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THis is going to be a long read for those actually taking the time to read it.... this is the story that so many dont know....



It started as a child at 6 years old, my mother would date men that were nothing but scum.My older sister always stayed at my grandmothers or friends houses for her and mother didnt get along.One night while her "boyfriend" slept over he came to my room while she slept,and began to whisper crude things i didnt quite understand.Then he started to touch me while i started to cry. A few minutes went by and he left after that i tried to tell my mother and she did nothing.For the next few weeks i stayed away from him...I grew up with my sister being the one taking care of me because mother was either working or out with a guy.At 14 my sister was takin and givin to her grandmother and i was left alone to fend for myself.At 8 i learned to cook and stand on a chair to wash my own cloths. Thats when my childhood ended. I would go to school and come home to do things a child shouldnt have to worry about..as i got older males started taking interest..this is were the hell really begins...i could take being locked into my room for days or taking care of my nephew (my sister was raped also and had a child) and being thrown around..but at 14 my mother decided it was time to "grow up" she had married my stepfather a few years earlier and it started with the mental abuse.THat i could handle from both him and my mother...but then she secretly sold me to a drug dealer for a little cash.At 14 i was takin every weekend and half of every summer from my home and subjected to horror. I was just 1 among other young girls kept for his pleasure. We would be thrown into a room and roughly stripped and givin cloths that were to small or hardly there, held in place as we each were takin for our turn in "breaking the ice" we would be dragged down a hallway and chanied to a concrete slab and a man would walk in. We were then stripped and raped in any way they wished to have us. After that we were thrown back in out cells that consisted of a dirt ground and a door. This went on for a year being chained and forced and givin to those who payed for our time. I made a friend there her name i will not say but se was a sweet girl, one night she was brought back to the cells badly beatin.I knew by who because this one man took pleasure in roughing us up.She had a collapsed lung in which i learned months after. As i sat there holding her and watching her slip away i screamed and cried for help until i couldnt scream anymore. That night as they took her lifeless body form me i swore to get out.The days that passed i tiold the others to get ready......It was raining and storming outside that day..the day i saw my chance.I was being led back to my cell after "entertaining" a guest.While i was doing my "job" i managed to slip a knife from his pocket.As the man stopped in front of my cell i slipped the knife from under my shirt and jabbed it into his side.I grabbed the keys from his belt and freed the others. We all ran down the hallways trying to get out when a few men walking around spotted us. I looked around and realised we were in an old warehouse so i told them to run towards any window they see. AS we ran some of us were grabbed and dragged to the dirt, some of us didnt make it. I grabbed a solid object from the dirt and hit my attacker with it as he was knockd to the side i climbed on him and reapetedly hit him with it until he was dead....you never know what one is capable of until theneed for survival arrises.......that day i seen 3 innocent girls robbed of there life and i screamed as i realized i had takin 4 lifes of the bastards that held us.......i never watched ti see were the others went after they were free,.....i ran up the stairs they took just moments before and found a window shattered..that was were i assunmed they found a way out. As i crawled up and through that window out into the night i ran..the rain washing dirt and blood from my cloths and skin. I ran until i could move my legs anymore and a fell to the ground and cried......i cried for my friends....for the lives lost and because i knew i couldt tell anyone about what happened. I had seen and heard police inthat biulding that were being paid for silence...so i found my way home and shut it all away......i still live knowing oneday they will find me and i will pay for what i did... thats enough of that story for now...now you know why the light is faded from my eyes and the good from my soul and heart.....i fight everyday with people,memories,emotions,and myself

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NoctusAngelusProcella
03:35 Apr 24 2012

I am so sorry to read your pain. in order to live on you must forgive. That is something I learned being abused as a child myself.

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BellaMorte
06:45 May 19 2012

My dear Broken,



What those people did to you was unforgivable. That you have to live with this is horrible. I know that you are a good person, and i see the pain in your eyes...i am here for you!

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