‘The abuse begins…’

I was around eight years old and was in the kitchen with my step-father.  I made a joke at his expense and he turned on me with aggression I had never seen in him before;  he raised his knee and with force,  jammed it into the top of my leg.

We stood looking at each other for a few seconds;  but in those few seconds I knew ‘not’ to say anything to my mother.  His eyes told me that.

Written by ‘Survivor-Uncensored’

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