My Story, Part 2

I remember every night. I would sit in bed against the wall, holding my knees with a blanket over me. Hoping that he wouldn’t come but I knew he would. I was too afraid to lay down and fall asleep because I knew he was about to do it. When he would come in, he wouldn’t even say anything except for if you don’t do as I say I’m gonna hurt your mom and sister, and make things worse for you. How can it get any worse than my own father doing things to me that a father should not do to his daughter. A father is supposed to love and care for his daughter, not do things to her that a father should not do. But after him doing it for so long and no one believing me I just gave up on fighting. I wouldn’t cry or scream or do anything I just laid there like I was dead. I wish I was though because what he did to me I can never forget about it, no matter how deep I push it, it’ll never go away. I’ll never look at it any differently than as it took my childhood away, my innocence, and broke me. If this is happening to you please I’m begging don’t hesitate to get help if you’re in the same situation as me. Things are a lot different now.There are some good people out there that can help you. Where I grew up it was difficult and different. If you are wondering why I would share something this personal is because I want to help someone that is going through I went through and t on get help. I didn’t have anyone like this when I was younger. Normally I wouldn’t talk about this, especially this part of my life.