Where do I start this horror story. A so-called friend of mine said I should tell the worst part first. I’m not even sure anymore what that is. I only know that I am really tired of so much pain. (I can’t believe I’m doing this and I wish I could tell the WHOLE story even though it hurts like Hell!) I am a victim of years of incest, rape, physical, emotional, and verbal abuse. Being the youngest child meant I would be abused by most everyone in my family and several outsiders too. My mother worked two jobs and my siblings were full-time demons. They hated everything good. Any abuse is bad but for me the physical things far outweigh the others. As a matter of fact I think the physical came into play because “words” didn’t hurt me. My sister started the abuse by calling me names and saying things only an evil person would say. She quickly graduated to hitting me and beating me for any little thing and for absolutely nothing. When she would bathe me, she would leave the door open for my brothers to see me. It felt so horrible. Each incident lasted longer and became stronger. I can remember the burning sensation from too much soap, left on too long, and probing fingers with fingernails on my little body part. I can remember those sinister facial expressions. I remember too much. Haven’t been able to block out the trauma like some can. After she had her way with me for a few years she passed the baton to the oldest brother. He started with oral sex and fingering. Biting and scratching led to penile penetration. Penetration led to a nasty STD and two abortions. The first pregnancy I was seven months along with a baby girl, and—I have to stop now—
