This is one of the sad stories of the many daughters that suffered abuse in the hands of the men they called “FATHERS”.
I am ashamed of myself! I am ashamed of my family name. Every day I feel like killing myself. It is better to die than to live a life of suffocation. I do not know why I have to live. This stigma is too much to bear! I do not know why God have to keep me alive. The bitter memories of my ugly experience have turned me into a mad beautiful, young and a weeping mother.
I know that there are uncountable young innocent girls all over the world that are been molested sexually by the men they call their fathers. I grew up with a predator. I thought he loved me. I thought he cared for me. I thought he was protecting me from men. I called him “Daddy”. He was my god. I grew up to see him carrying me on his legs. I enjoyed sleeping on his arms. He was always sitting by my bed side and singing me to sleep. He was always attending to me because my mother was too busy for a child.
At the age of fourteen my father’s behavior became changed toward me. I thought it was normal. He would watch me changing my clothes in front of him. I saw him several times gazing at me and shifting in his position. Then he began to touch my breast. I thought we were just playing, because we used to play together a lot. In the night he would come into my bed room and begin to touch every part of my body.
It is hard to say that my own father raped me. [Weeping]. He disvirgined me and got me pregnant. I did not how pregnancy was. I did not know that I was pregnant. It was in the fourth month that my mother became suspicious of my appearance. She then took me to see our family doctor. When the test revealed that I am four months pregnant my mother collapsed. Then followed the interrogation of who got me pregnant. At first I wanted to cover up for my father. I considered the disgrace and the pain it will cause to my family. Though he deserved no mercy but he was a good man. He looked at me during the interrogation and said in tears, “My daughter! Speak the truth”. So I spoke the truth. I told them that the only man that had sex with me is my father. Then my mother fainted again after I narrated what transpired between us. And this time she was rushed to the hospital.
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