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[sid] => 115678
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[aid] => mick
[title] => An 8 year old's cry
[time] => 2006-03-02 02:56:02
[hometext] => My dad's girlfriend did this to me.
[bodytext] => Please, please daddy, don't leave me alone. She does really mean things to me, when you're not at home. She smiles at me, when she kisses you goodbye. I can tell I'm in for it, by the hateful look in her eyes. She makes me sit for hours, in a hard plastic chair. She even gave me a haircut, leaving me with no hair. She says I'm bad and I roll my eyes alot I try to be good, but "roll my eyes" what's she talking about? I try to do everything, that she asks me to do. I'm so scared of her daddy, please help me, I NEED YOU! She starts counting, when I do something wrong. When she gets to 15 or 20, the belt will come out before long. She makes me lay on your bed and drop my pants to the ground. Beating me with your belt, daring me to make a sound. She tells me to get dressed, and stand on my feet. Then orders me to the living room, back to my cold, plastic seat. We had bologna sandwiches and milk everyday. But this one lunch left a scar, that'll never go away. If you didn't eat your sandwich, then drink your milk, that was the deal. She didn't care how you did it, just hurry up and get done with the meal. My baby sister put salt and pepper in my milk. But MARY, with a content smile, made me drink it, without an ounce of guilt. I got sick on the table, and on the floor. She scooped up the vomit on the plate, and said, "Eat, there's more." I ate my own vomit, as she yelled that I was to blame. I felt so dirty, so low, so full of shame. I'm only 8 years old, and I want to die. Why are you allowing me to wake up GOD? WHY? WHY? WHY? Daddy, do you hate me too?? Why else don't you rescue me, when I call out to you???? My self respect is gone, my heart has been damaged and torn. I'm only 8 year's old, but I now know, I NEVER should have been born. UPDATE: I waited till my dad was drunk, told him everything. He beat her with a belt, like she did me. When I told him about the vomit she ran outside of the house becuz he had gotten his gun out of his night drawer. This happened to me 27 years ago. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 274 [topic] => 43 [informant] => grin69 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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