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I'll Be Strong

April 21, 2011
By Anonymous

Going to school was the best part of my day, it got me away from my drugged up father. When I was 13, my mother died and left my father and me alone. At first it was okay, but when I was about 15 he started doing drugs. He would come home late and come into my room and yell at me. But then it became more than yelling, it turned into hitting. He started coming home more messed up than the night before, and things started getting out of hand.
The first night it happened, the night I changed, was the night he raped me. I remember hearing him come home and barging through the door. I heard him stumble into the counter, and I could hear him getting closer. My heart began to race as I prepared myself for what I thought was the worst, his daily routine, when he would beat me. But that night, he didn’t beat me. He stood me up, and grabbed my hand, he made me touch him. He pushed me down on the bed. I could feel his hand rise up my upper thigh, and I started crying. How could he do this to me, I am 15 years old, I am his daughter? I skipped school for a week or two until I felt like I needed to go back. And when I did, I felt like everyone could see what had happened to me, like everyone knew. Turns out, they didn’t, I was just paranoid. I remember sitting in my desk, sweating, my heart beating out of control, just counting down the few seconds I had left, dreading the moment I had to return home. The second that bell rang, my life was under his control. I had to walk down those halls, facing all those kids, trying my hardest to hide what happened.
Thank God I didn’t see my dad for about a week or so; he didn’t come home, didn’t call. I’m glad because I don’t know what I would have done. But then, he finally returned, Tuesday, around 8 o’clock. It was more than just him though; I could hear three other guys laughing with him. They were rummaging through the fridge, looking for beer or something, I’m sure. Then my dad called me out into the living room, I obeyed him, I didn’t want another beating or one of his late night rapes, so I just went. He made me sit on his lap, and I listened to them all talk, then my dad started touching me in front of those people. I tried to move his hand, but he was stronger than me. Those guys laughed as I struggled, and then my dad raped me again, but this time, it wasn’t only for his pleasure; it was for all four of them. He let them all touch me, every single one of them.
I couldn’t stop crying, I sat in my room drowning in my tears until finally I got the courage to stand up and pack my stuff. I ran away that night, I went to stay with my aunt. I told her from start to finish what happened. She couldn’t stand hearing this, we ended up going to court, and after the court orders were finished, I never saw him again. The moment he walked out in handcuffs is the moment he left my life for good.
About a month later, I got a pregnancy test because I started getting symptoms, and my aunt started to worry. Those few moments lengthened as I waited for that pregnancy test. My aunt stood by me, holding my hand, until the doctor came out. We both stood looking at him fiercely; he looked down at the sheet and handed it over to my aunt. I saw a tear roll down her face, as she dropped to her knees. I took the paper out of her hands and read out loud, “positive”; I started crying hysterically as my aunt grabbed hold of me, just rocking me back and fourth.
I am six months pregnant, and today is the day I find out if it is a boy or a girl. I don’t know what to do, or what is going to happen. All I know is that this is my father’s baby, when he raped me, he left me this. This thing, this baby, is something I can’t live with.


The author's comments:
I was told to write a drama piece and i know that a bunch of girls are going through rough times, such as this.

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Lillie GOLD said...
on Apr. 27 2011 at 11:03 am
Lillie GOLD, Omaha, Nebraska
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;My gelding was sold to me as a gentlemen. He is. Whenever we go over a fence, he insists on ladies first.&quot;<br /> -Unknown

This was a fantastic piece.  One written with true heart and a nice style that allowed it to flow with the necessary emotions.

on Apr. 26 2011 at 7:10 pm
Odessa_Sterling00 DIAMOND, No, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
All gave some, some gave all. -War Veterans headstone.

It could be one of the other dudes kid, which would be better, because then it wont have any like speical problems.

oopsie said...
on Apr. 26 2011 at 1:55 am
oopsie, Bangalore, Other
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Favorite Quote:
He who leaps for the sky may fall, it&rsquo;s true. But he may also fly.

You write really well :)

 


Ainse BRONZE said...
on Apr. 25 2011 at 8:55 pm
Ainse BRONZE, Calgary, Other
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;If I don&#039;t write to empty my mind, I go mad.&quot; -Lord Byron<br /> &quot;Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life&quot; -Mark Twain

I am at a lost for words... this story was so intense and I found myself holding my breath through the whole thing! No one should have to go through that.  I hope you stay strong through this!

on Apr. 25 2011 at 5:28 pm
Jeanne-Anne BRONZE, Temple, Texas
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Oh wow...Reading this is truly touching. It shows another side of an issues; always a good thing. You know, a lot of people joke about the idiocy of "my child is my baby and my sibling", but this shows just how that can happen, and not nearly with the humor some suggest. Thank you for writing this piece; it's is truly very good.