TW: sexual abuse, physical abuse
When I was 11 years old, I was removed from my mothers house by social services. I got placed with my dad and 1 month later his other kids came along with his girlfriend. My brother and I were used as slaves and babysitters. We were abused daily: only allowed 4 hours to ourselves and 4 meals a week. We walked 1 hour to school when we didn't even know the way to school. I still have the scar of a hot frying pan on my stomach from my dad. Move forward 4 months, I started to get sexually abused by my dad, his dad, and his mother for 2 years. During that time, I ran away. I told my teacher what was going on, but they didn't believe me. I was moved into my dads moms house, where I got sexually abused for another 2 years. I ran away a total of 14 times. It took 36 calls to the police for them to see what was happening and now I’m living with my mom. My moms house is where I am happy and safe.
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