#403:53 Nov 03 2010
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So, the next chapter in my life has me at 9 years old with us living in a house with friends of my mother. Things were okay at first; typical life changes. I started in a new school; had a new best friend almost immediately. Crystal was the grand-daughter of the woman, Dorina, that we lived with. She's less than a year older than I and we had a lot in common. I would spend as much time with her as I was allowed.
I don't remember how long after we moved in that my mother stopped caring about me; but, it seems that she found herself a new man and she just didn't have time to bother with me much anymore; this is when my hell began. Dorina decided that I would be a perfect candidate for whatever she felt she wanted. It wasn't so bad in the beginning; she would keep me up til 1 or 2am rubbing lotion on her feet or watching her stupid evangelist shows or getting her something when she wanted it. That wouldn't have been bad except for then she had me up at 5am so I could feed the dogs, goats, pigs, and rabbits before I went to school in the morning. Oh and since she need a catheter for whatever reason, I got to take care of bed pan duties as well; I was 10 by the time this all started.
I specifically remember one day, coming home from school and Dorina looking at me with this very scary look on her face. She asked me if I fed the rabbits before school that morning and I explained to her that I had fed all the animals before I left. Well, apparently some time during the day, a mother rabbit who had given birth to 4 babies a week before, ate 2 of the babies; somehow this was my fault. My punishment? She pinned me against the kitchen stove, lit the electric burner, and burned the tips of my 4 fingers on my right hand; they blistered and made it very difficult for me to do homework since I am right handed.
I remember Dorina's mother in law coming to the house for a visit and I was never so happy to see a new face in the house. By this time, physical abuse was a daily routine for me. They were always smart about it too...never bruised me anywhere that would show when I was in public. Anyhow, the mother in law apparently had bed wetting issues and I guess it was my job to clean up her mess (although no one mentioned that to me); so, I didn't clean up after her and when Dorina sat in the mess, she got really pissed. My punishment for that one? She made me pull my pants to my ankles, sit on the bed, and not make a sound as she took the handle end of a plastic fly swatter and beat my legs with it repeatedly; by the time she was finished, I had bruises that actually formed the outline of the handle. This happened in the summer months and because of "my laziness" I got to wear long pants for 3 weeks while the bruises were healing.
My mother would only come to stay with me a night or two every month or so and even though I hated her for leaving me in the awful life I was in, I loved when she finally came because those were the times that Dorina left me alone. By the time I had been in the house for a year, Dorina had her daughter beating me as well; Dorina felt she was getting too weak to punish me properly all the time.
Then there was Dorina's alcoholic brother, Raymond. He couldn't walk very well; I never found out why he was that way and today? I don't even care. He used to sleep on a cot in the hallway next to the bathroom. By the time I was 11, he was following me around, trying to touch me and was constantly scaring me from trying to get close to me. When I complained to Dorina about him, she would beat me; eventually I stopped complaining to her. One night, I remember waking up in the middle of the night having to go to the bathroom. I had to lock the door with the hook and eye lock they had...and Raymond actually tried to break into the bathroom while I was in there; when I screamed for him to stop; I got beat for waking the whole house up. And to top off the whole situation, Dorina called up my drunkard of a mother to tell her that I was trying to seduce her brother, Raymond. Yes, she actually thought that an 11 year old little girl was trying to seduce a 67 yo pervert. You know what my mother did about it? She chased me down, and tied me to a tree in the back yard, and beat me with a 2 inch thick wooden cutting board. If Tony hadn't have heard my screams and came running out to stop my mother when he had, I don't know if I would be here telling this story now.
Anyhow, I guess I am done with this section for now. This time frame started a new situation in my time in the town I hate most. I will share that story next time.
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