He was really hurting my arms, “What the fuck are you talking about. So you can sneak out and go see your secret lover of yours.” He shouted. “Why? – “ he said, then he grabbed both my arms angrily, “ – so you can laugh at me behind my back. Please, dad.” I said, worried because he was acting so strangely. “You look so much like your mother.” He said, stroking the covers once again. He remained silent, looking at me strangely, he took a swig of his beer and then placed the bottle on the floor, his thumb swept across my lips, then he leaned forward and I realised he was about to kiss me, I pulled my arms out from the under the covers and pushed him back, “Dad, what are you doing?!” I snapped. “Shush.” He sounded, then he stroked his hand up and down my body above the covers, then he cupped my cheek in his palm and rubbed my face with his thumb. I was 14 when it happened, when it started, I woke up in the middle of the night hearing a tinging sound, I opened my eyes and looked around, I was startled when I saw dad sitting on my bed, he was holding a glass beer bottle and flicking it with his finger nail, that’s what the sound was that woke me up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, “Dad?” I questioned, wondering what he was doing in my room at this time at night.
Mum met my stepdad when I was 5 years old, he already had two sons from a previous marriage, aged 4 and 8, mum married him and we became a family and I called him “Dad”, our happy life was shattered when I was 12 because my mum was unfaithful to my dad, they argued a lot and then decided to get a divorce, I was asked who I wanted to live with and even though I loved my mum I didn’t want to leave my brothers and my school and all my friends so decided to live with my stepdad.ĭad was never the same after mum left, he struggled to cope with her betrayal and he starting drinking, first it was only on a weekend, then it got worse and he was drinking every other day, then it was every single day, it changed him and his mood changed towards me, he kept shouting at me and I felt like he hated me too even though I hadn’t done anything.
I was a normal happy girl once, living with my mum, dad and brothers, we had a nice home, mum and dad had good jobs and I was never sad or afraid. My step dad and brothers took it out on me and I was raped and abused even in to adulthood. My happy life was shattered when mum had an affair.