I hate my stepdad. After my dad died my mum remarried to this priest guy. At first he was kinda cool but I didn't like men so I kept a good distance from him. After like a month of dating him my mother and him got married, to be honest I wasn't really apart of the whole thing because my mom would leave me in the house alone while she went out with him but I wasn't hurt I enjoyed my alone time but I didn't know I would be alone for the rest of my life.. anyways they got married had a whole honey moon phase blah blah blah of mind you my stepdad was married before with a son my stepbrother. But his wife kicked him out and you'll find out why soon enough. A few months after he started to chance he was angrier and more demanding and my mom couldn't go out anymore . It went from yells to smashing things to hitting my mom Atp I was very depressed to worse he became the more I started falling into a rabbit hole 🕳 . I started to cut and burn myself or get into fits of anger and pull my hair and hit my head (I still get these). One day, I was still 13 at this point so everything was happening very fast first my dad died mom married a month after and now she's being abused by this holy priest thing?! Anyways one day I came home from school I hate school but that another story. And I saw my mom's sister that was living in the UK and my cousins all sitting on our couch sad and stuff and my stepdad pretending to be sad apparently my mom died . This may be shitty but when she died I didn't feel sad or anything I felt numb so now I was an orphan too what more can a 13 year old whose been sexually abused by her father need? Right? Okay so day of the funeral. Me sad. My aunt promised that she will come back for me and I'll just live with my stepdad for alittle while .My setpdad started abusing me beating me he would heat up knives and put it on my body. He started inviting friends over who were police officers and me from the church. I had to cook dinner for 9 grown men, clean, ''entertain'' I wasn't allowed to eat food. The punishments were brutal he would kick me, slap,use heat, dunk my head in bathtubs. At age 14 when the men came over they would drug me take turns raping me beat me choke me. At 15 he started selling me to these other men so I was sold for money and they would do what they wanted. At 16 I stopped talking I was selectively mute because the less I talk the less I'll be able to accidentally tell someone what's going on at home. The punishments got worse and worse and there wasn't much I did about it at this point I stopped fighting back and allowed it. He toke knives and he carved words on my back and stomach he used me as an ashtray for cigarettes. He pulled my hair he burnt my hair he cut my hair. He beats me with a hammer. Sometimes if the coffee I make doesn't taste good he'll push my hand's into the hot coffee or break the glass on my head . I wasn't allowed to have accidents. The worse punishment I've faced was when he broke my skull . My stepdad is a free man having a good life.