Abused
AN: Well … what can I say just to let you know this is based on a true story.
Why had it happened to me? Had I done something wrong? The
Incident had happened when I was 7 until 15 and I could not get over it. At night it haunted my dreams his body pounding on mine my screams of help only heard by the darkness. And when mother came home he would be sitting in front of the TV as if nothing happened. I can still remember the day Ma met him he seemed a nice man said he came from Peru. He was nice but kept looking at me weird I felt my legs twitch wanting to get out of there and my mind screaming to make up an excuse. A month later it happened Ma had to work late so I stayed at the neighbors when I came back to my humble shack a taxi was parked there I suddenly knew that He was there I just wanted to turn back ask the neighbor if I could stay longer but I made the terrible mistake instead of following my instincts. I remember telling myself that it was fine, after all he was my mothers boyfriend I could trust him. I had been so naïve back then. I barely remember him approaching not saying a word and just throwing me on the bed stripping me off all my clothes all the while I had been sobbing. Suddenly he pulled down his pants. What was happening? Was he supposed to do that? Were was Ma? All these questions came through my mind. He pushed himself in me with brutal force breaking me inside. It hurt so much. He whispered in my ear that if I told anyone he would kill me and Ma. The typical threat. Of course on an innocent seven year old like I had been then it worked like a charm. I looked at myself and saw I was bleeding he seemed to realize until now. Forcefully I was pushed in the shower the cold water choking me. As soon as the blood had washed off. He thrust me out and threw me a towel telling me to dress quickly. I did like an animal following his master's orders. As soon as I got dressed I ran to my room scared he might come back. I never told anyone. And as the years passed He gained even more trust from my family. So much trust that he moved in with Ma and me. Years passed and the abuses continued as I grew older I acted as a rebel the hurt inside me was too much I drowned in alcohol and ran away from home I stopped when I realized the pain I was causing Ma. When I turned 15 I snapped I told Ma but she didn't believe me telling me that he was a nice man and that I was a liar. My family soon realized that what I said was true. There were many things that happened from there on I had to visit the doctor constantly, Ma stayed in denial He still visited our house and on those days I had to go live with another family member. Ma is still in denial and that is what hurt me the most. I am now a very successful doctor and I'm also married however the hurtthat man caused me will follow me for the rest of me life.
AN: I don't like the ending its just I don't know to fast and its very sad. Maybe I'll do another chapter