ElizaStarr
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- Posted: Sun, 21 Oct 2007 01:16:02 +0000
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My name is Eliza. I am 16 years old.
Two years ago, my mother got re-married. My stepfather was really kind to me. He used to help me out a lot with homework and other stuff like that. He was the best, and I was happier with him around the house.
Except one day... he got violent. My mom wasn't coming home from work till late, and my stepdad was off working. So I was all alone in the house. I was watching TV and eating when the front door swung open. It was my stepfather. I didn't even look at him twice. I just saw him enter the house, and with a quick "Hi, Dad" I went back to watching TV. I heard him come inside, and put some things on the table in the dining room. Then he came up from behind me, and grabbed me. He was drunk, I could tell. I was a bit scared, but i figured I'd just him off me and he'd go off to sleep or something. Then he started...touching me and I started freaking out. Right there and then, he raped me. I was crying, kicking, and trying to defend myself the whole time. But he was strong, so he had the upper hand.
After he was done, he got up and went into his room. He left me there, stripped down. I laid there for about 5 minutes in silence, and then it hit me what just happened. I started bawling, and ran into my room. I fell asleep sometime, I guess, because the next thing I knew it was morning and my mom was shaking me awake for school. I wanted to tell her what happened - but then my stepfather walked into the room. Afraid of him, I kept quiet and just went to school like every normal day.
I tried to convince myself that what he did was nothing wrong. He had been drunk, it wasn't as if he meant it. But then it kept happening. He kept raping me, even when he was sober. My mom knew nothing of it. I didn't want to trouble her, so I kept quiet all about it.
My period was 3 weeks late. I knew I was pregnant, but I didn't say anything. I kept it to myself. Then one morning before school, I started bleeding and I started hurting so badly. So my mom took me to the hospital.
I had had a miscarriage, and had it removed from me. My mother, oblivious to the fact that I was even PREGNANT to begin with, was torn apart. She started screaming at me, and was so ashamed of me. When I tried to explain it was my stepfather that was the father, she only slapped me and told me to stop talking s**t. She didn't want him to know what a "slut" I was.
So my stepfather continued to rape me. Then months later, my period was late again. I kept praying it would come, that it was just late like it was sometimes. But it didn't, and I started getting nauseous. Once again, I knew I was pregnant.
About 2 months into my pregnancy, my mother noticed. She took me to a clinic where they notified her that I was pregnant. My mom went into a rampage, screaming at me, and hitting me, saying how ashamed she was of me. When she asked who it was, I told her it was my stepfather. The doctor, who had seen bruises on me, managed to get my mom to take my word.
I couldn't abort the child - my body wouldn't be able to handle it. So I have to carry it. My mother reported my stepdad, and he's been taken care of. But I have this child - no, it's a parasite - growing inside me that I don't want.
My mom passed away a month ago. She was in a car accident. I'm currently living with my older brother (who's 24 years old). He's one of the few people who know about my pregnancy (I'm out of the school for now), and tries to help me as much as possible. But with my mom's death, my bigger supporter, and this growing parasite in my body, I'm feeling horrendous.
At the moment, I'm a bit over 7 months pregnant, and showing. I'm terrified of men, and sometimes I even get scared of my brother. I know he'll never do that to me, but I just can't help feeling he'll deceive me like my stepfather did.
With the child due soon, I don't know what to do. I'm horrified of this child. I don't want to keep it, and my mother always said we would give it up for adoption, for my own and the child's benefit.
I feel like screaming and just getting out of all of this. I don't know what to do.
This is a mule... so...
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My name is Eliza. I am 16 years old.
Two years ago, my mother got re-married. My stepfather was really kind to me. He used to help me out a lot with homework and other stuff like that. He was the best, and I was happier with him around the house.
Except one day... he got violent. My mom wasn't coming home from work till late, and my stepdad was off working. So I was all alone in the house. I was watching TV and eating when the front door swung open. It was my stepfather. I didn't even look at him twice. I just saw him enter the house, and with a quick "Hi, Dad" I went back to watching TV. I heard him come inside, and put some things on the table in the dining room. Then he came up from behind me, and grabbed me. He was drunk, I could tell. I was a bit scared, but i figured I'd just him off me and he'd go off to sleep or something. Then he started...touching me and I started freaking out. Right there and then, he raped me. I was crying, kicking, and trying to defend myself the whole time. But he was strong, so he had the upper hand.
After he was done, he got up and went into his room. He left me there, stripped down. I laid there for about 5 minutes in silence, and then it hit me what just happened. I started bawling, and ran into my room. I fell asleep sometime, I guess, because the next thing I knew it was morning and my mom was shaking me awake for school. I wanted to tell her what happened - but then my stepfather walked into the room. Afraid of him, I kept quiet and just went to school like every normal day.
I tried to convince myself that what he did was nothing wrong. He had been drunk, it wasn't as if he meant it. But then it kept happening. He kept raping me, even when he was sober. My mom knew nothing of it. I didn't want to trouble her, so I kept quiet all about it.
My period was 3 weeks late. I knew I was pregnant, but I didn't say anything. I kept it to myself. Then one morning before school, I started bleeding and I started hurting so badly. So my mom took me to the hospital.
I had had a miscarriage, and had it removed from me. My mother, oblivious to the fact that I was even PREGNANT to begin with, was torn apart. She started screaming at me, and was so ashamed of me. When I tried to explain it was my stepfather that was the father, she only slapped me and told me to stop talking s**t. She didn't want him to know what a "slut" I was.
So my stepfather continued to rape me. Then months later, my period was late again. I kept praying it would come, that it was just late like it was sometimes. But it didn't, and I started getting nauseous. Once again, I knew I was pregnant.
About 2 months into my pregnancy, my mother noticed. She took me to a clinic where they notified her that I was pregnant. My mom went into a rampage, screaming at me, and hitting me, saying how ashamed she was of me. When she asked who it was, I told her it was my stepfather. The doctor, who had seen bruises on me, managed to get my mom to take my word.
I couldn't abort the child - my body wouldn't be able to handle it. So I have to carry it. My mother reported my stepdad, and he's been taken care of. But I have this child - no, it's a parasite - growing inside me that I don't want.
My mom passed away a month ago. She was in a car accident. I'm currently living with my older brother (who's 24 years old). He's one of the few people who know about my pregnancy (I'm out of the school for now), and tries to help me as much as possible. But with my mom's death, my bigger supporter, and this growing parasite in my body, I'm feeling horrendous.
At the moment, I'm a bit over 7 months pregnant, and showing. I'm terrified of men, and sometimes I even get scared of my brother. I know he'll never do that to me, but I just can't help feeling he'll deceive me like my stepfather did.
With the child due soon, I don't know what to do. I'm horrified of this child. I don't want to keep it, and my mother always said we would give it up for adoption, for my own and the child's benefit.
I feel like screaming and just getting out of all of this. I don't know what to do.
