She Wrote Love on Her Arms with Pain Chapter 2

After all the foster homes, hospitals, and the Children’s Home, I went to live with my grandmother and she adopted me. After I had lived with her for a little bit life was good. Then one day, it just happened. She went crazy. Not just any crazy by the way. She went bonkers. Apparently she has always been crazy she was just being nice up until this point. That’s what my mother said when I told her about it. I think it was because she had just had major surgery and I was yelling at her. I was ten years old then. Well she started just busting out into these fits of rage without warning. The woman who had never hit me in her life, it seemed like that’s all she did. She would hit me with a belt, a wire, a cup. She would basically harm me in whatever way she could. I remember one really scary day where I had done something really, really bad. She had completely lost her mind. She came at me with a cane and threatened to beat me to death and throw my body in the bushes if I didn’t tell her the truth. On my eleventh birthday I wanted to leave class early because I hated it so much and so I just walked out of the school with her even though she told me no. Five minutes up the road she made me get out of the car and she just left me there. I was only there for a couple of minutes but I was an eleven-year-old little girl. I was scared out of my wits. I called the cops on her more than once but they did not believe me. Basically, we were living in filth. Like I said, she was, and still is mentally ill. My grandmother did some crazy things to me. But I have forgiven her because I know that she is ill. Well, that was nothing to what happened next. She married this man. At first he seemed like the coolest person ever and I was happy. But then he started touching me inappropriately. He would tongue kiss me and give me “titty twisters.” Which was COMPLETELY inappropriate. I mean at first, I just thought that he was the normal stepparent ass hole. He grounded us, took our televisions away, and made us do chores. You know, the normal stepparent activities. But one night I was lying on the bed and he put his hand on my stomach. He started moving his hand up and down. Then, the son of a bitch put his hand up my shirt and touched one of my breasts. I got up and gave it to him. I was only twelve-years-old. That night I wrote a letter about what he had done. The next day I gave the letter to my grandmother. She took me to the car and said that she had made a mistake in marring him. She said she was going to leave him. Then she said, that Social Services would take my brother and I away because of this. I flipped out and told her that it didn’t matter and she needn’t say a word of it to anyone. It was a good ploy if you think about. Get the kid not to tell anyone. Come on I was a child and I had been through enough foster homes. I believed her then, but now I see through it. This is probably one of the most, if not the most, traumatic event in my life. This honestly scarred me for life. Now my grandmother tells me that she knows i’m lying because she says that I told her that the day she got back from her honeymoon and that it’s impossible because they were on their honeymoon when I said it happened. I don’t think that she honestly believes that. She just made that up as an excuse. The truth is, it happened a couple of months after the honeymoon. I have suffered for years emotionally because of this. Well after this incident he kept trying to touch me. After a while I got fed up with it and told him not to ever touch me again. After then he didn’t. I was around fourteen then. One time my mother stayed with us. She moved from Florida to avoid her landlord. She was staying with us and my grandmother’s husband tried to seduce her. She held a knife up to his throat and said that if he touched her ever again she would “slit his fucking throat.” Even though I consider my mother to be a complete whore, she is not whore enough to sleep with this bastard. I also heard about him touching one of my friends through a hole in her shirt. The hole, consequently, was around her breast area. I guarantee that he had molested, maybe even raped, his own daughter. I have a feeling that he even raped his granddaughters. They are only small children. Later it came out that this man had been sleeping with men. So he is a fag and he had been sleeping with men while married to my grandmother. The friend that had the hole in her shirt had this boyfriend right. His father is a fag as well. By the way no offense meant to those of you who are homosexual. I have plenty of gay friends. Anyways, the boyfriend said that he had seen my grandmother’s husband with his father. He even described the truck that he was driving, which he consequently got after he married my grandmother. So you know he was cheating. That does not surprise me because one of my old friends has these aunts. They had a friend that was dating my grandmother’s husband, before they were married. The aunts said that they went with their friend to find him and they caught him in bed with my grandmother. So he was cheating on this woman with my grandmother. I wonder the idiotic story that he told my grandmother. She is extremely gullible. It also came out that my mother had worked with two men that also said he was gay and that they had slept with him. Both of them could describe marks on his body that one would only see if he were naked. It also came out that my grandmother’s husband had actually raped one of the men who had slept with him. The man said that he was only nine when my grandmother’s husband, who was fifteen at the time, and another man had taken him into the woods and raped him. He said that this is what turned him gay. Now he is so gay that he goes by the name of “Princess.” What pisses me off the most is that my grandmother’s husband claims to be a Christian.