Prologue
I was standing in my mirror, trying to cover up my bruises and scratches all over my body. My supposed “father” beat me again last night. This has been going on since my mom had my little sister Morgan. He would find the smallest thing to come up to me and start punching, kicking and scratching at me. It has been 15 long years, and I can not move out because I have to get my sisters away from this man as well. He is tearing our family apart.
Ever since my real father passed away when I was young, my mom has been spiraling out of control. She can not keep a job more than a month, she has severe health problems, and we are severely in debt. We have even been homeless for a while because we could not afford any kind of place to rent, or even a hotel for a few nights. We went days without proper food, and even had to use bathrooms to get drinking water.
Then everything changed, for the worse. She found a man by the name of Kevin. They dated for a while, and eventually got married. They were in love. They had a small wedding in the courthouse, I was actually happy at the time. Then one day my mom found out she was pregnant with his baby. We went to every ultra sound and I even got to find out the sex of the baby. It was a girl. I was so happy to become a big sister. Unfortunately after her birth, is when all of the abuse came. I was only 7 when they started.
It all started on the day I forgot to finish the dishes and he came home to see them. He started out yelling at me and sending me to my room with out dinner. I would go to school the next day and cry to myself when no one was looking. I held a strong front in front of people. I would not show them my emotions, because it was a sign of weakness. After a few weeks of the yelling, it turned into hitting. At first, it was only a couple slaps, then it turned into punching, kicking and scratching.
One time, he even pulled a knife out at me and told me to go to my room before he stabbed me with it. I told my mom about it, but he lied and she believed him over me. He would yell at me more and then force me to go to my room. It was the most scared I have been of anyone. Thankfully he leaves my sisters alone. I do not know what I would do if he hurt them. I still need to get my sister and I out of here. If my mom chooses him over us, then so be it. We do not need her anyway.
Well, this is my story. I hope you can endure it better than I can.
