I woke up the next day in a unfamiliar bed, completely naked, and laying next to someone I only knew by name. I’m pretty certain I was still drunk because I felt sick and my head was spinning. I looked into the mirror in the bathroom and my neck was covered in bruises.
I have been a victim of abuse of every type. I was raped by my stepfather from the time I was 5-9yrs old and he began molesting me at age 4. He was sentenced to 20yrs and only spent 3 and a half years in prison
This man, this poor excuse for a human being tried to ruin my life and tried to control every aspect of it. He made me believe that I was the crazy one, that all of my friends agreed with him to the point I was afraid to ask them for help because I was certain they where all on his side.
But then he found out that I left. He was livid. Blowing up my phone. Texting me like crazy. I had to shut off my phone. I moved back in with my mom after that, but eventually Mark came back. He visited me on Valentine's Day, and he made me have sex with him again. I couldn't get away from him. He knew where I was all the time. I had no idea what to do.
First incident had happened after being bullied for a while. The bullies in question cornered me in the back of the bus, held me down and stuck their hands down my pants to check and see if I had pubes yet.
Right when i felt like i was going to pass out he let go, i took a deep breath and before i could take another, he grabbed my neck again. I cant remember how many times he made me feel like i was about to die,
he was hurting me everyday almost and always abusing me mentally, emotionally and physically thru our whole relationship and it got worse when his dad passed away
This was sadly just the beginning. It started with the mental abuse being called names like whore, slut, ugly, fat to more hands on incidents. All the times being hit they were just accidents and they would never happen again. I had my hair lit on fire
That’s when things started spreading as a wildfire, people were calling me a slut, say that I wanted it and I give blowjobs for money. I was 15. My female friend made fun of me everytime I would see him, copying my terrified facial expression.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results each time and that’s exactly what I was doing I was driving myself insane because I couldn’t bare to leave you or see you change for someone else after me putting 4 Year’s of my life into trying to get you to do it
He then videod me performing oral sex on him without my knowledge. It came to my attention when we had an argument and he sent it to a group of girls who i didn’t get on with and all of them posted it on facebook and sent it to my dad.
His fits of rage frightened me. He told me ‘no means no’ is stupid. I would beg him not be angry, scared for what might happen to me but more so what he may do to himself
After the girl put the picture up I begged and pleaded with her to take the picture down that I did not know they were together. Her name starts with an L. After that u deleted my Instagram and basically went into hiding
I tried to leave. It was the middle of the night. We were both drunk. I was packing my things, finally with the courage to go, as long as I did it right then. But then he called the police. HE CALLED THEM. And being someone who doesn’t run from the police I thought I should stay
I thought he was my light in the dark. Everything was so nice for the first few months. On my birthday in March, he got mad at me for the first time. It was something minor as I recall. I think it was because my family wanted to spend the day with me. His rage over it was confusing.
By the time he r reached 18 we were going on many day trips out every weekend, and he slowly started showing more of an interested, dropping round random gifts, chocolate, jewellery, not that I ever thought anything’s of it,
, I would make plenty of excuses for it saying that I was sick, or that I had slept in just to avoid the stress of school and to bathe in the quiet of a home silent and untainted by my own plague of a family. And even more so I was escaping the bullies
There were many times I blamed myself. I was even told by many, he didn't rape me, and my two "friends". I set the record straight with them. He never went to prison for what he did. It was brushed off.
. He seemed like a dream come true but I quickly realized he had a drug problem but I desperately wanted to save him. Stayed with countless arguments and arrests.
I woke up naked, sore and I could hardly walk. I was all alone in a bed confused as to why I was butt ass naked.