Me, my mom, and dad were a loving, happy family until my dad was in a major wreck. He fell asleep at the wheel and swerved into oncoming traffic. He hit an 18 wheeler head on and died on impact. My mom decided to cremate his body so we could keep his ashes. My mom had an urn filled with his ashes above our fireplace but I decided to put a small amount in a necklace to wear everywhere I went. My dad was the breadwinner so when he died, my mom struggled to pay bills. She started drinking and she occasionally did drugs to cope. One day when I was 10, she forgot to pick me up from school because she was drinking and fell asleep. She came to get me 20 minutes late but on her way there, she got pulled over for swerving. The cop who pulled her over was named Thomas Bennett. She started flirting with him by touching his arm and saying he was cute. He ended up following her home to make sure she got home safely. He got her number before he left and they started texting immediately. They started going on dates not long after they met and she slowly stopped drinking and doing drugs. She started smiling again for the first time in years so I was happy for her. After awhile, she introduced me to him and he seemed fine at first. He said he wanted a daughter but he never found the right woman to settle down with. He didn't come around too much in the beginning because he was always busy with work. A little after a year later, he proposed to my mom and we ended up moving in with him. They were engaged for right over 2 years and got married not long after my 13th birthday. My mom finally got a job but she worked nights since he worked days. He started being around me more after she would leave for work. At first, I thought it was because he wanted to spend more one on one time together. I wish that was all it was. He started off slow at first. He would put a movie on and sit on the other side of the couch. He would scoot a little closer but I was so into the movie that I didn't notice. That's when I felt his hand touch my thigh. It was a slight touch and I thought it was an accident so I ignored it. Not long before my mom would get home, he would move to the chair so he wasn't close to me when she got home. If I did well in school, he would put his hands on my shoulders and tell me how proud he was. His hands lingered longer than they should've. My mom didn't notice at first. She was an night nurse so she was usually really tired after work. She would come home, eat dinner, then go to bed. He started praising me more and more like my dad used to do. I thought he was trying to act like a father figure to me. One day when I was 15, I got home from school and my mom was already at work. My stepdad walked into my room when I was changing. I didn't realize he was standing there because I was facing the other direction. He walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist. I tried to pull away but he pulled me back against him. He started kissing my neck but every time I tried to move, his grip got a little tighter. He shoved me face down on my bed and ripped my pants off. I struggled to get up but he held me down. He unbuckled his pants with one hand while he held me down with the other. I kept squirming but I couldn't get up. He pulled my ass against him and he started fucking me while I screamed and begged him to stop. I tried to pull away but he slammed himself into me even harder. He ended up finishing and told me to clean myself up. He told me my mom wouldn't believe me because he's a cop. My period was over a month late and I started to get worried. When I got home, I ended up walking to the store to buy a pregnancy test. Thankfully, my mom was already at work when I got home. I snuck into the bathroom and took it. It took a few minutes for it to work but when I started to see the two pink lines, I started crying. My stepdad heard me and came to check on me. As soon as he saw those lines, he started asking questions. "Who have you been sleeping with? Do you even know who the dad is? You're only 15, you shouldn't be acting like a whore." I told him that I haven't been with anybody and that it was his fault. He slapped me across the face and called me a liar. He threatened to kick me out and told me that he'd tell my mom that I was out of control. He told me that I was either going to get rid of it willingly or he would force me to. He grabbed the test and walked outside then he threw it over the fence. I had to pretend everything was okay for over 2 months. I started to show a little but my mom thought it was because I was eating more. My mom left for work then my stepdad told me to follow him. I didn't want to so he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me up the stairs behind him. He pushed me down the stairs and I fell right on my stomach. I started crying because it hurt but then I started screaming when I saw the blood. It was pooling under me and my stepdad called my mom. He acted concerned and told her that he was bringing me to the hospital. When I finally got a room, my stepdad told the doctor that I fell. The doctor told me the fall caused me to miscarry. My stepdad pretended he didn't know that I was pregnant. I went to say something to the doctor but my stepdad glared at me. He told the doctor that I'm really clumsy. Once we left the hospital and were in the car, my stepdad grabbed me by my throat and told me he'd kill me if I ever told anyone about what he did. Every time I tried to tell my mom, he would show up to where I couldn't tell her. Any time I would call anybody, he'd listen in on my conversations. Every time I would text somebody, he would take my phone and scroll through my messages. A few months after my 16th birthday, he did it again. Every time I tried to resist, he would push me down harder. About 3 months after it happened, I ended up throwing up constantly and I always had weird cravings. Thomas found out and he started beating me. He would only leave marks and bruises where they wouldn't be visible. My mom ended up taking me to the doctor when my stepdad was at work. The doctor gave me an ultrasound and confirmed I was right over 4 months pregnant. My mom asked me who the father was but I didn't have the guts to tell her. The doctor wanted to talk to me alone so my mom went outside to smoke. She asked me about the bruises and if my mom hit me. I shook my head and told her that my mom didn't do it. She asked me who did and I broke down crying. I told the doctor everything and begged her not to tell my mom. She'd be heartbroken if she found out what her husband had been doing to me. One day, I rushed out the house to go see my friend, and I left my diary on my bed. My mom went in my room to put my clothes up and she ended up glancing at my diary. It was left open and she saw something that caught her attention. She ended up reading it and she read about everything Thomas did to me. From the first time he did anything to when he pushed me down the stairs and made me miscarry. All the abuse I had endured from her husband that she knew nothing about. To him being the reason I had been pregnant twice. Once I got home, she told me to go back outside for a little while. She said she needed to talk to my stepdad about something. She ended up confronting my stepdad. I heard screaming and cussing from both of them. I heard my mom screaming asking him why he did it. I heard him blatantly denying everything. My stepdad called me a stupid whore and told my mom that I threw myself onto him. I heard something break and I ran to my neighbors house when I heard 2 gunshots. I didn't realize it came from my house at first. My neighbor ushered me into their house and they ended up calling the cops. I didn't find out what happened until a couple hours later. My stepdad ended up shooting my mom and then he killed himself. My mom was rushed to the hospital but she died from her injuries 3 days later. My aunt ended up taking me in and she helped me with funeral arrangements. I ended up giving birth to my beautiful baby girl 4 months later. I named her Miracle because she's my miracle after all the hell I had been through the last 4 years.
