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When I was younger between 7 and 12 years old I got beaten by my mom’s boyfriend. He also beat three other kids, but he beat me the most because I lived there. He threw me in my room and locked me in, but he didn’t think, so I climbed out my window and ran out front to my mom. |
I went to school one day and they called me down to the office and asked me what was going on at home. I didn’t say anything, but they could tell something was going on, so they asked me to take my clothes off. When I did they saw bruises all over my body. One day after that they called me down again, and I had a bruise on my face where he smacked me with a board. That is when welfare got into it.
They came and took me out of my home. They took me to my family because my mom said that she did not want me to go to a foster home. They called my uncle, and he came down and showed them where my aunt lives. They took me out there, and I didn’t want to go. I screamed for my mom. I stayed there at my aunt’s house for a week, and then I went to my grandma’s house for a couple of weeks. Then I went to my uncle’s house for the longest time. They even had to go to court, and they said my mom was doing drugs and drinking, and she wasn’t. She had to go to parenting classes, and he didn’t get anything out of it. To this day I still see him, and he knows what I look like.
My mom got me back in March of 1999. I am so glad that I am back with my mom since that happened to me.
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