Story About Abuse Novels & Stories

“Here is the thing, Ronan. Your grandfather was friends with my father, so he'd always come over to my home. It wasn't always for business, but to visit him. Every single person in my household was familiar with him. In fact, I thought I was safe around him. But the man is a monster and shouldn't be left around kids. He took advantage of me when I was 12 and threatened to end my life if I ever spoke about it. The abuse went on till I was in my twenties and then he made me get married to his son just to have me right next to him. What I have with him has never been consensual but forced. Your father knew this, he perfectly understood how ruthless and inhumane your grandfather is. And that's w

Something that had made him feel sick and ashamed and small. Cedric’s voice came out hollow. “She was a monster. She sold children. She lied to me. She…” He stopped, eyes widening as the truth clawed its way up his throat. “She abused me. Not just Ray. Her too.” Dr. Amara nodded slowly, no judgment, just understanding. “You’re not alone, Cedric. Many survivors suppress memories of abuse. It’s a survival mechanism.” He crumpled the tissue she offered, fingers trembling. “I hated her. I thought it was my fault.”

I reached out and, as carefully as possible, wiped away her tears. “I know,” I said, hating to admit it. Because when I did, all of this could have been avoided if only--- I took a deep breath and started at the beginning… “The MC has a very strict rule about--- pedophiles,” I said, barely getting the word over my lips. “Rabbit was molested as a kid by his mother, and Prez came from an abusive home where he had to watch his father and uncle molest his two older sisters. Even Knives has his own story with women, and it doesn’t end pretty.” I clenched my jaw, hating the memories that flashed behind my eyes…

Through the tears and bruises, she clung to the hope that one day she would break free from this vicious cycle of abuse. However, as the abuse persisted, Sia's spirit started to waver. The physical wounds began to mirror the emotional scars she carried within. The constant barrage of violence eroded her self-esteem and shattered her belief in the goodness of humanity. She felt utterly alone and abandoned, unsure of where to turn for help. Lara, Sia's sister, attempted to rescue Sia from the relentless cruelty of their aunt. The aunt's vicious and unjust behavior caused continuous distress to Sia. She physically abused her, subjecting her to beatings and attempting to inflict emotional pain.

It is every woman’s nightmare and no girls deserve to be raped. “Now I know why her soul cannot rest in peace” I started while recalling what I can recall. “Olson is a victim of abuse too. He was sexually abused by his nanny and his nanny’s boyfriend… he saw his mother killed in front of him… he was adopted and they changed his name from Olson to Kevin” I told them while still recalling and there’s a lot more but I chose not to tell them because it was too dark and violent. Devon holds my hand and that makes me more relaxed.

she found herself answering in a whisper as well, his breath on her neck was driving her crazy already "I was sexually abused when i was very young" he admitted, he finally felt like a huge weight had been lefted off his shoulder, this was the first time he was telling someone this and tonight was going to be a first time for a lot of things Vivian cupped his cheeks with her small hands, she had never expected that to be the reason he hated women, she had actually thought she was the first woman he had been with but him being sexually abused was the least news she expected.

Amanda paused and looked at me as if she was waiting for me to imagine what she was saying. She then continued; “ let me tell you a story, I came to this pack when I was just at the age of fourteen. I was abused since the age of five. At the time they found me, my parents sold me off to be a sex slave to an evil rogue lord. It was the same rogue lord that killed their parents. The twins came to average the death of their parents that day. The burned to ashes the whole rogue community. I was expecting them to kill me and the rest of the slaves too. But they did the opposite. They set us free and gave us an option. Either for us to come with them to their pack or go our own way. We all chose t

"I made some tea and we talked. Cara told me about her little boy, how her family had abandoned her when she let him have a blood transfusion to save his life, they are Jehovah's witnesses. She has been fighting ever since to pay for his medicine. She showed me pictures of them together and she was clearly a good mother" Her smile widens. "The other one, Maria, she had been sexually abused as a kid, she felt the only way someone likes her is if she has sex with them and had concluded she might as well make a career of it as her poor mother could not afford sending her to collage and she wasn't smart enough to get a scholarship". I shake my head. "We talked a lot about positive self image and

He asked with a very serious expression. "I already told Jane about how it happened, my job was a very strenuous job I get wounded most of the time. That was why I left there in the first place." I lied. "This is an abuse and not just abuse I find out that some broken bones have been there for years. which means you started getting abused and injured since you were little." "Abuse, who is being abused?" I heard someone ask we both looked in the direction of the voice who asked the question. There is stood the blues eye balls shinning brightly........

I allow myself feel a moment's worth of yearning for what could have been. "Our dad died when we were young and ummm…our mum sunk into a dark hole. We lost our house and everything that came with it and had to move into a much smaller residence in the slums. That was where my mum met….her boyfriend. He was big….red headed….and often than not, a drunken mess. He was in no way fit for her, or us, but she still kept him around. And then one day…. he began abusing me". My palms go clammy with the memory and it takes all I have not to close my eyes and put my hands over my ears in an attempt to block off the memory. "Honestly he abused me in every way possible. Verbally, physically…..and a while