My mom met this guy when I was really young- probably 3-4. We’ll call him Luke. Luke was always really abusive to my mother. He’d hit her and beat her until she was bleeding and crying on the floor, while my younger sister and I were screaming and begging him to stop. He always verbally put her down all the time, and sexually abused her. My sister and I were taken from my mom when I was six, and her five. After four years, on June 23, 2013, I moved back.

My sister didn’t want to come. I learned that was an awful mistake. It wasn’t long before Luke was trying to touch me inappropriately while my mom was asleep, asking me to have sex with him (keep in mind, I was only 10 years old) and talking about this fantasy he has about my mother and I. It was a truly awful situation. It was so bad at one point that as soon as I’d get home from school, I’d pop my head in the door, yell “I’m going to my friend’s house.” And then leave for hours until my mom got home. I had no idea, but prior to this, he’d raped my older sister. My mom didn’t believe her. I think it took her hearing this from two out of three of her children to see he was a monster. It was November 22, 2013 when my mom left him for a better man.

It was the first time I’d seen her really happy in a long time.