Trapped , And Broken

The Horrible beginnig

    Before I start the story I want to let you all know that this story will contain sexual content, foul language, and the Cry's. Of a broken child.

***London P.O.V.
   December 29,2000. I London Jones was born. My mother had given birth to me the day after her birthday at 6:53 AM. I was 6 pounds and 32 ounces.  With a really big head. My mom was 15 when she had me. And my grandma made sure she took care of me. My mom was the most evilest person I knew. She would hit me if I told on her. She was always stealing. I would always tell my grandma and then when she got me alone she would hit me and tell me to stop being a snitch. This continued for a long time until she got pregnant again with my baby sister Paris.

My sisters dad was really scary and a bully. He would always yell at my mom when she took us over there so she could hang out with her friends.

One day when she took us over there he was rocking my sister asleep, while I was laying on the floor. He came over to where I was and began to rub my back and push his thick tough body up against mine. He began taking my clothes off and stroking  me. He then penetrated me and I screamed because it hurted so much. And he wouldn't get off.

When he was do with me he turned the bath tub on and filled it with piping hot water and put me in it. It burned every inch of my body really bad. I felt as if he had poured gasoline on my body and threw an match on me causing my body to go up in flams.

He looked me in my eyes after taking me out the tub and said " DONT TELL ANYBODY OR I WILL KILL YOUR MOTHER AND GRANDMA.!" He asked me did I understand and I nodded my head yes. I was so afraid to speak.

My mom had came to get me and my sister. When we had gotten home I told her what he said and she smacked me and told me to stop lying to myself and that what he was doing was okay. I looked at my mom is so much disappointment that I began to cry.  She had sole me to my sisters father for god knows what.

For two years me contained to rape me or molests as others say. Then my mom left one day to chase him. And I feel bad to say but I was glad that the both of them were gone.