I was 9 years old, and I remember walking into my mother's room after another violent beating

I was 9 years old, and I remember walking into my mother's room after another violent beating from her boyfriend. He was standing above her with a shotgun pointed to her head, and I just ran...across the street to our neighbor's (we didn't have a phone) to call the police. They came, took him away, and he was back the next morning. My mom left to work like nothing had ever had happened, and left me there at the house with him. I knew he was angry for me calling the police on him, but what the fuck did they expect? I was getting ready to walk to my grandmother's house because I didn't want to be there with him, my brother was staying at his friend's house, so I was alone with "him". I could feel the tension as I walked past him, and the next thing I know, he pinned me to the floor, tore off my clothes and was yelling all kinds of profanity to me. He called me everything from a sl*t to a bratty little bi*ch. He forced himself on top of me, and penetrated me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I was in so much pain, I couldn't even scream, I was out of breath. When he was done, I scurried to my room half naked, bleeding. Of course I didn't know what it was at the time. This happened for about a year, and I was scared to death to tell my mother, but of course she continued to stay with him during the beatings, and always chose him over my brother and me. I started my period when I was 8, so when it didn't come as regularly scheduled, my mother went scared. I was pregnant and only 10 years old. She demanded to know who, so I finally told her, I have never seen her angrier at me than she was then, yes, at me! I had an abortion, and of course she had to go with me, being so young, and said I was knocked up by my boyfriend, to save face and to protect him. She never believed me, or didn't want to. I moved with my grandparents right after that, because she didn't want me there with him. She didn't leave him; in fact it took me telling my uncles about him abusing my mom to drag her out of the house. She was so angry at me, but I guess she got over it. I told my mom what had happened, but she never believed me, so I never told anyone else. I talked to my husband about it, and he loves me to death, and accepts me, supports me and helps me cope. I only wish I had talked to someone sooner, but I am doing my part now. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.

by eli's girlon 17 Feb 2005

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