Is it awkward that I'm 18 and my boyfriend is 36? And that when we aren't f'king I desire someone around my own age to f***? I mean, I'm mindset for a child, too. Damned hormones in their breeding mode, lol.
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Is it werid that imm datinq my best friend brother I'm 13 & he's 17 ? -.-
my dad raped me when i was little. i wasn't ever able to tell anybody because he had promised to kill me if i did. that lasted six years. he died when i was seven and as a goodbye gift he took every picture he ever took of him "hurting" me and taped them on my mom's bedroom walls. i am sixteen now and my mom has been dating this new guy for almost a year. he is possibly the nicest guy i have ever known and has helped me destroy many things from my childhood including the many horrible pictures my dad took, the "baby doll" dress he made me wear, and has even helped me over come the fear of the word baby doll. he was twice the father mine was and loves me as if i was his own daughter. someone please tell me i still can't call him dad. i want to with all my heart but every time i try to say it i lose my voice and i cry. why can't i tell this man how much he means to me?
cont. he laughed a little and wrapped his jacket around me. i asked him how long he had known about my dad. his exact words "almost a year. evidence however was three weeks ago. if you didn't bite the f***ing bullet so easily i would have had evidence way before than." i kinda laughed because he always called me a no pain no gain super soldier. laughing hurt so i grabbed my sides and closed my eyes. his hands were around mine instantly and he tried to comfort me. i ended up crying my eyes out until the other's got there. that night i went to a hospital where best friend almost had a heart attack because they told him why i was in pain. black eye, bruises, poor kidney, and a broken rib that was an inch away from puncturing a lung. time moved real fast then and all i remember was best friend saying he wasn't leaving until i did. now i'm brought to prison to see my dad before he is locked up. 2 mins and i'm on the ground with a broken nose and the words. "i'm going to kill you like your mother" god kill me now
yesterday i came to school wearing makeup because my dad finally slipped and punched me in the eye instead of the ribs or kidney. no one noticed thank god and i thought i was going home scotch free until i got called into the office. my only friend .. and his dad/my fav teacher .. were there. there was also a cop. as soon as they said my dad's name i ran. i've acquired that skill thx to dad so they were eating dust in no time. an hour later i'm under a freeway bridge crying my eyes out and feeling as much pain as possible. an hour later my only friend found me and carried me to his car when he realized i couldn't stand up. he didn't say anything but took a wet towel and wiped until makeup was gone. he sighed and kissed the bruise under my eye. he texted his dad and cop where we were then got into the backseat with me. he asked if i was cold and i said no. i was beaten but i was stubborn. my lips were most likely blue... to be cont.