Hey, I am Fleurie, I am eighteen years old, you can say that my life is terrible. I was living happily with my family until that storm came, the storm that made my life cluttered.
I watched My mom fading away slowly as she was fighting breast cancer, she was battling it and it was hard to believe that she will not be here. Then finally that monster won.
I was left not only with many unsolved issues but a feeling that I could have done more, I could have done something or at least I could have said goodbye.
I remember her sitting at the piano, focused, her hand tapping the rhythm, patiently listening to the rattle of her students. She loved the sea.
Before my mom died, and before that monster attacked her, I was very close to my father, he was kind of my hero, my first date, he played with me, he was my best friend, but all that crashed when my mom faded away.
Since I was eight years old, I would become so overwhelmed with fear and anxiety, he started to abuse me emotionally, physically, and sexually.
I have scars, bruises all over my body, I do not remember what it is like to not cry.
He would hit me throw kicks into my stomach, punch me, call me names, and blame me for things I did not do. The first time, he started it with just slapping, I remember once he told me to make him three eggs, but I made two then he had hit me till blood stained the floor, I kept telling him to stop but he would not, I told him we were out of eggs.
He did not stop.
he raped me.
my own father raped me, he called me names " bitch", " whore", " slut".
It did not stop with my father at the house but, they did, the people in my school bullied me.
once he had hit me till I blacked out, that is when I stopped talking, I kept silent. Bullying increase.
I kept everything secret for my own self.
because he threatened me to kill whoever discovers the abuse and all the other torturous things that he did to me.
and he did once.
