At the age of 9 I remember my litter brother and I were teasing my sister over in the neighbor's yard. She ran home and told on us.(My sister was a bad tattle tailer) My stepmom called us in. She had a belt with holes in it. She took my brother in and give him a few whacks with it. She called me in. I was wearing shorts and a top.She beat me from my neck down to my ankles leaving welts all over my back and legs. I ran away the next day. During the two years that I lived with my dad. I never once got to see my mom but I remember once going to her place and dropping some things off. This is where I ran to. Me and my dog, how I ever found her place is beyond me. I remember being so scared to ring her door bell so I put my dog in frount of her door, rang the bell. And hid around the corner. My sister answer'ed the door and let the dog in. I figured if they let the dog in they would let me in. So I rang the door bell. My sister opened the door and let me in. My mom thought my dad was playing a trick on her and I told her I ran away. Mom knew something was really wrong when I wouldn't tell her why I ran away. So she ran a bath and tryed to get me in it. The welts hurt so bad, that I could'nt but she did'nt knew that. So she got in and tryed again, But my dog jump'ed in so I figured it was ok. I get in un-dressed and thats when my mom seen the welts. It burned to much to get in the tub. My mom seen the welts and tryed very lightly to wash them. But she helped me out of tub. And lightly dried me off I remember later her taking me out to dinner. And calling my dad to tell him I was with her she brought me back the nexted day. My dad asked if I wanted spanked than are later. My mom told him to come in to the room and me. And showed him what my stepmom had done to me. My dad was pretty pissed off at my stepmom and did lay into her. I really had hell to pay from her since my dad worked during the day and she did'nt. When she got me a lone she told me if I ever went to my dad or mom over what she did to me she would get me sooner or later. At 9 years old that is something that I would never for get. At age 10 I really minded myself. We are forced to go to church. Even thou my dad did'nt believe in it my stepmom would force's us anyway.I remember broking my arm in two place's. Not much else happen except my little brother had to sleep up stairs we had folding stairs that led up there and my little brother had a coffee can. To pee in at night.Well it got full (AT NIGHT) and instead of bringing it down stairs to dump it he pored it on the floor. It leaked thought we where all sitting in the living room watching t.v. and my dad noticed a dripping. then looked up at a patch of wet as a part of the ceiling came off. Boy did my brother get in trouble for that one. At age 11 nothing really happend. That I can remember. Except my sister running away. And still alot of abuse from my stepmom. Both psycal and mental. It was that way with her till I was 15 year's old. At 12 we moved from seattle so. to federal way. My dad bought a house and we moved it down there. I remember my dad drank every weekend. My step mom did'nt drink or smoke |