Abused Introduction

A Chapter by Licimarie

Hi i'm Lily and i'm 14 years old. When I was 2 years old my parents were killed in a car crash. We were hit head on by a drunk driver coming home from picking me up. I was rushed to the hopital where they said that I had a very small chance of living. I didn't die though I made it through and was put in foster care. I later found out my parents had died instantly on impact. When the social workers first took me there the look on the peoples faces were full of pity. I had to share a room with all the other girls my age which wasn't that bad. I realized right away that I wasn't like the other kids there. They never asked me to play with them or if I wanted to sit with them when we ate. I didn't mind that they didn't talk to me considering I was still mourning my parents' death.

I was in foster care for 4 months before I was adopted by Sarah and Dave Nelson. They fell in love with me right away and couldn't wait to adopt me is the way the social worker explained it to me. Everything was good for the first 2 weeks, but I started noticing things. Sometimes I would hear Sarah in her room crying when I woke up in the morning, and when she came out she had dark bruises on her arms and face. One morning I woke up and heard Dave yelling at Sarah. I went downstairs after I heard Dave leave the house. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands crying. When she noticed that I was there she wiped her eyes and said that breakfast would be done soon. When breakfast was finished we ate in silence. The rest of the day we just sat in the living room watching tv. That night Dave came home while Sarah and I were eating supper, and started screaming at her. Sarah ignored him and kept eating meanwhile Dave went into the kitchen and started slamming drawers. I thought he was calmed down when it got quiet in the kitchen, but I was wrong about that. Three minutes later Dave walked out of the kitchen holding a butcher knife. He walked over to the table with an evil glint in his eyes. Thats when i knew something bad was going to happen. Dave started yelling at Sarah again. With each sentence that he finished he'd stab her in the stomach. Sarah tried so hard not to scream, but in the end the pain was to much and she couldn't hold them in any longer. I would never forget those screams as long as I lived. When she was dead Dave put the knife in her stomach one last time and put her hands on it. He went to the table and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote a note in the way that Sarah would write. He layed the note next to her and walked over to the trash can and threw away the gloves he was wearing. Dave grabbed the trash can and took the trash out side and burnt it. When Dave came back inside he called the cops. Ten minutes later there were cops and paramedics in the house. When the cop asked Dave what happened he told them that we had gotten home and walked into the kitchen when we saw Sarah laying there with the knife in her stomach and her hands on the knife. The cops believed him especially after reading the suicide note and left. The next day she was buried.

The night after Sarah was buried he came in my room and started punching me. Things started getting worse after that night. Dave started drinking a lot more even picking me up from day care smelling of alcohol. One night after we got home I went upstairs to my room and changed my clothes. When I was finished I hopped in bed and layed down. Not even 4 minutes after I layed down Dave came in my room carrying a kife. I sat up in bed and scooted as far back as I could. When I hit the headboard I started looking around frantically seeing if I could find a way to get away from Dave. When i couldn't find one I closed my eyes and started praying something I saw Sarah do a few times. When I opened my eyes Dave was right in front of me just staring at me with a smirk on his face. He grabbed my arm and started cutting me. He didn't stop there he kept cutting me down my legs and even my back. The cuts took forever to heal almost 3 weeks is about how long it took they were that deep.

A week after the cuts healed I turned 3. I had a birthday cake and even got some presents from the kids at my day care. Dave came and got me early that day and took me home. When we got home I went to my room to play with the toys that I got. I was playing with my barbies when Dave walked into my room. I thought he was going to hurt me again instead he jumped on me and started taking my clothes off. I struggled against his grip screaming at him to stop, but he didn't instead he hit me and told me to shut up. When he got my clothes off he grabbed my arms and tied them to my bed frame. He then got up and went to my legs pulling them apart as far as they would go and tied them to my bed frame as well. He left my room and came back in without any clothes on. He got on my bed and went in between my legs I started struggling against the ropes trying to get free. He puncehed me in the head knocking me out. When I came to he was fully dressed and undoing the ropes on my wrist and legs. When I went to sit up I felt an extruciating pain in my private. When I sat up fully I saw a bunch of blood on my sheets. Dave took them off the bed and left the room. My life didn't get any better after that night. He continued to rape me even having friends pay him to rape me.

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