I was bullied in school, and sexually abused by the boys. Then we popped into this guys house that she was seeing, there I was in the middle of a room with about ten men all much older by at least ten yrs.
They were smoking weed, I didn't even know what it was.
He told me to get into bed, and he started telling me how useless I was. Took my wages off me, wouldn't let me wear nice clothes, or makeup, or even do my hair nice.
They were transferring me to another hospital, when asked if he was coming with me he said there was no point I'd just be asleep. Sneaked out the back door in work, but he would eventually find me and not leave my side. He kept his word for a while, and started treating me like his little princess again. The day his father died, he was up on charges for possessing an illegal weapon. The court was adjourned and to avoid prison, he said we'd have to leave the country. I thought this was great, I always wanted to get away. Domestic Violence Stories Abigail's Story Allison's Story Amelia's Story Anna's Story Ava's Story Becky's Story Belinda's Story Bonnie's Story Carla's Story Charlotte's Story Christine's Story Claire's Story Daisy's Story Danna's Story Donald's Story Emma's Story Evie's Story Faith's Story Family of Victim Story Fran's Story Freya's Story Gemma's Story Giulia's Story Harriet's Story Hannah's Story Hidden Talents Ingrid's Story Isabelle's Story Jay's Story Jeanne's Story Joanne's Story Julie's Story Kiara's Story Kirsty's Story Lacy's Story Lash's Story Lisa's Story Lorna's Story Louise's Story Mandy's Story Margaret's Story Mark's Story May's Story MP's Story Nadya's Story Nola's Story Orla's Story Portia's Story Rachel's Story Renee's Story Rhia's Story Sadie's Story Sarah's Story Selena's Story Shelley's Story Tanya's Story Tiffany's Story Thomas' Story Valerie's Story Varda's Story Vella's Story Zena's Story is one of the only books available on dating violence and abusive relationships that addresses young adults directly.
My parents came the next day and picked me up and brought me back to their place. He promised he would look after me, and he had a friend we could stay with. For the next two years, I was punched, kicked, strangled, raped, tied up, starved, imprisoned, stabbed, publicly humiliated, drugged. He used to drag me out by the hair kicking and screaming until I was in a ball of fear. I tried to leave but I was frog-marched back to the old flat with him. Includes facts about dating violence, tips for how to tell if your relationship is abusive, information on why dating abuse happens, and what you can do if you are being abused by (or are abusing) someone you love.
There was just something about him which was controlling and manipulative.
The domestic abuse I endured was mainly verbal, physical and constant threats, but also sexual abuse, though I did not recognise it as such at the time.
This is Nadya's story of teen domestic violence: My story starts from the day I was born really. One day a girl I had just met invited me to her 21st in a local pub.
My mom didn't know how to love me, I never fit in anywhere, was always in trouble. I didn't think my mum would let me go, but she saw how excited I was, I promised not to drink, and I'd be home on the last bus. I met my friend at her house, she suggested I try on a top of hers to make me look older, it was quite a sexy top, she did my make-up and I looked much older.
I wasn't ready to sleep with him, and for a whole year he waited, I thought he really loved me because he never pressured me into it. By this time he knew all about my family situation and he manipulated me so easily.
He seemed to understand and be on my side, telling me to move out and have nothing to do with them.
He dragged me into his bedroom, ripped off my clothes and tried to strangle me. At four in the morning he gave me some of his clothes and told me I could go home if I promised not to split up with him. I left and headed to the police station, I was running and only about a hundred feet away when he caught up with me.
When he got off he threatened to rape me if I screamed. He dragged me back to my place, and kept me prisoner for another day. He smacked me across the face with the back of his hand because I wasn't enjoying it. He rarely left my side, I worked as a waitress and he sat in the cafe nearly all day, picked me up from work.
I used to tell my mom I was staying in a friend's house but I was with him. She told me to pack my things into a black sack and be gone by the morning. It wasn't long before he moved in and the name calling started. I stepped inside the door, and told him, I wanted to break it off.