by Susan Morton

Created on: September 10, 2008

This is a story that no one wants to hear. Listen closely, and then you can decide what real horror is. At first things were not so bad, father worked as a cameraman at a television station, he wore a suit and tie everyday. My mother was an ex beauty queen. He was a jock and she the beauty queen, total opposites, to me a recipe for disaster. He was scientific and atheist even though he went through the motions of going to church with us, and keeping up with appearances. But then his drinking got worse, one night he attacked my mother and I was only 4 years old. I jumped on his back and he shrugged me off,so then I hit the wall and blacked out. MY sister and I always heard them talk about divorce, so we knew something was up. Shortly after this, I was taken to my grandmothers in the mountains and lived with her two years.

I had so much to learn from her, we bonded right away. But still I worried about my mother. When I was brought home, for a little while everything was okay. Then one night he was drinking again, and I was running in and out of the back door, and he hit me with the back of his hand, so hard my nose shattered. Rather than take me to a doctor, he sat on my chest and pushed it back together as best he could, but no doctor, god forbid they knew what he was doing. My mother come to find out was not much better, when I was five years old I was alone in the back yard, it seems that I was starving, ,my hair fell out, and I got to where I wasn't hungry any more. To top things off, my father came home and raised hell with my mother because someone called the health department and they said either I was treated or I would be taken away. It seems to me all I remember of her was that she stayed in bed all day. That and her crying in the night. One day I came home to look for my sister, and my mother was sitting at the kitchen table crying; so I asked mother where was my sister? She only shook her head, so I looked into her bedroom, there was my father raping my sister.
At this point all I remember was that I walked out the door, I really don't know where I went, or how long I was gone. I think two days. No one looked for me, you see I was not wanted because I was suppose to be a boy -a real disapointment to my parents.
I am the only child in my family that has no middle name. Anyway the day I came home no one said anything to me. And from that day forward, my father would put my sister to bed in our room, and molest her there. She could not fight him, but I

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