March 27th, 1998 The year my biological father came to live with me, my mom and younger sister for the first time. Now its important to note that me and my sister do not have the same dad as it will come up again later in the story. The first day he was here with us was also the same day I had to say goodbye to my step-father. My mother had replaced him with my bio dad with a wave of her hand. After I said goodbye to Shawn my father made me sit on his lap, from the moment I was always uncomfortable with him.
That same day in March was the same day my dog Spike saw something NONE of us saw...He knew the kind of man my father was and for that he attacked him. Spike had never attacked anyone before in his 3 yrs of life and the moment he laid eyes on my dad he attacked him. Looking back at that moment I can clearly see now what I couldnt see then. My life changed forever that day. Im not sure when it happened or WHY but shortly after my father began coming to me and touching me. It started happening before I even realized what was going on. I knew that it shouldnt be happening and I told him so. He assured me that this is what fathers do to their daughters to prepare them for their wedding night...My mother told me the same thing and said it had happened to her.
I became of afraid of the dark, closed doors, and strange men who resembled my father. I still am to this day. My father sexually abused me for nearly a year before I got the courage to call the police. During this time I found out that he was raping my sister. She was 10 yrs old at the time. I only found out because I woke up to him raping her in our motel room one bed over. This was apparently the 2nd time he had done so and I could hear the fear in her voice as she was crying and begging him to stop. I immediately ran to the bathroom and threw up.
When I got back everyone pretended to be asleep. I knew then I had to do something. From that day it took me 4 months to get the courage I needed to end his rampage of terror. The night I called the police was also the same night my father promised to rape me on my 14th birthday. It was still a week away but I was desperate to get away. My father went out on one of his usual beer runs and I knew my window of opportunity was limited. I begged my sister to go with me but she was even more afraid then I was. I then told my mom that I was going to play, an obvious lie, and that I would be back by dark. I went to my friend Meghans house but she was at church as this was a Wednesday.
I then went across the road to my friend Shareens house and ran into her brother. I told him what was going on and he ran up the stairs to get his mom and sister. I repeated my story to them and his mother called 911. While we waited for the police I couldnt eat, drink, sit, stand, or do much of anything. I was essentially useless, but then I heard my father call my name right outside the very window where I stood. I hit the floor so hard I knocked the wind out of myself. He left shortly after and then the police arrived.
I told them everything...I was so afraid they wouldnt believe me but they did. They went and talked to my mom and of course she knew everything and denied vehemently. They took my sister into a different room and she corroborated all that I said even though the two of us had never spoken of what my father had done to us. We were immediately taken into custody and of course we later found out my father had managed to get away. I cant count how many times I had to repeat my story. I guess they all expected it to change but it never did...as the truth never does. We went to our first foster home which was only temporary. We left that home the next day to our next one which for me would last 2 yrs my sister was there only 2 weeks. She was able to go live with her bio dad where she stayed.
And this is where our story ends....for now
