My Story, Part 1

When I was younger I didn’t have a normal childhood. I had to raise my sister pretty much by myself and I protected her from what he was doing to me. I was 5 years old when she was born and I was left home alone to take care of her. But to be honest those were the best days because I knew he wasn’t home to do anything to me. But they were also the worst days because I knew that if he wasn’t home during the day when he got home he’d come and find me. If I didn’t listen he’d threaten both of them but I mostly cared about my sister if he would do anything to her or hurt her. He used to say if you keep screaming I’m gonna hurt your sister. I would sit there crying yelling in my head someone please save me. Of course no one ever came. I went through that for 10 years of my life. I tried getting help but adults didn’t trust me because I was a little girl. Of course no one’s gonna believe a little girl over an adult. But please don’t hesitate to tell someone you trust. Trust me the sooner the better.