Stop. It was a joke to me. When you hit me it was nowhere near as hard as when Daddy would hit me. It came to the point that I wanted you to hit me instead. I used to egg you on when I knew there was trouble brewing. I much preferred it when you … Continue reading
Stop. I loved you and I didn’t want to get beaten by you. I didn’t understand why you wouldn’t stop hitting me. You would slap me on my face. You would punch me on my arms. You would kick me when I was laying on the ground. You would belt me whenever you felt like … Continue reading
