Where did I Go wrong?
“Stop Clifford,” Neaveh said.
“No b***h. Lay there and don’t get up!”
“What did I do,” as I lay there he began to take off my clothes.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay still? I will kill you if you move again,” he pulled out a knife.
“I’m sorry I’m scared please stop,” I continued to ask him. I cried and I cried and before I knew it he was pushing it inside of me and I was crying and he still continued. He pumped in and out of me more than five times. He pushed it completely in and he groaned and pulled it out.
“Good girl you b***h”
“Why?”
I got home at 2:20 a.m. I ran into the bathroom my father came and beat on the bathroom door.
“Neveah come out this bathroom now. What is your problem coming in my house at two-twenty in the morning?”
All he could hear were sobs.
“Open the door sweetie, what’s wrong?”
I opened the door and gave my father a hug.
“Sweetie you have to tell me what happened.”
“Daddy,” sob “This boy from my school forced himself on top of me.”
“Are you sure sweet heart?”
He looked down and then he seen the blood
“Were going to file a police report.”
“No, he told me he would kill me if I told anybody but I’m trusting you.”
“Okay sweetie, go take a bath and then go to sleep.”
“Okay but daddy I’m, I’m bleeding down there.”
“Just take a bath and put on a clean pair of panties.”
“Okay”
I went into the bathroom and I ran some bath water. I got in and my private began to throb. That was my first time ever having sexual intercourse and I hated it. I washed my body and then I got out the tub and put on my bathrobe. When I got in my room to put on another pair of underwear I noticed that I was still bleeding since I didn’t know what to do I just went to sleep. As I lay in my bed I prayed that this was all a dream and when I woke up it would all be a dream.
My alarm clock went off and I woke up. I felt a little depressed because I could still remember what happened last night. I was debating over whether or not I should go to school today. I felt really moist and warm. I got out of the bed to go to the restroom.
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
Sexual offenders have been a problem that has faced the criminal justice system for a long time. Sexual offenders come in all different types. Most sexual offenders look like anyone else walking down the street. It is very hard to pick out a sexual offender from a crowd of people unless one knows that person or has seen their case broadcasted on the local news. Sexual offenders can have different variations of the sexual offense they have been convicted on. Some sexual offenders are sentenced for statutory rape, others for pedophilic offenses and others for violent sexual assaults. Each one of these offenses has a completely different thought process and level of violence associated with it. All of these offenses devastate the victim and has long lasting effects on the victim’s life. Also, sexual offenders are more likely to commit another offense. Usually with child molesters the child they were prosecuted for molesting is not typically their first victim. Most of the time the compulsion to reoffend is too hard for the offenders to resist. The correctional system, which is a part of the criminal justice system, needs to keep all of this in mind when paroling sexual offenders back into the community. The community deserves to be protected at all costs from these offenders.
Since the beginning of our nation’s history, child abuse has made an impact of great measures. Many kids have become victims of abandonment, physical or sexual abuse, sex trade working, or criminals by default in order to survive. Though the cause and effect of child abuse can vary, it is a common problem within families. Today countless stories are documented of kids being abused by loved ones, in government programs, by caregivers and in other places deemed safe for children. However, because child abuse is a reoccurring factor in the history of America, the government is currently passing laws that enforce stricter punishment to individuals that cause maltreatment.
“Whoa. I did nothing,” I said, trying to hide the panic from my voice. “Just let me go. Please,” I said.
Childhood sexual abuse, as defined by the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act (CAPTA, 1996), includes using persuasion, enticement, and other inducements to coerce a child to engage in sexually explicit conduct or simulation of sexual acts. Survivors of sexual abuse frequently have a legacy of both psychological and physical problem throughout life. There has been considerable literature published in the past 20 years focusing on the long-term consequences of childhood sexual abuse.
When I came into my house my dad was standing at the back door. Apparently my parents didn’t believe that I had actually broke my arm. My dad said “It’s definitely broken, the bone is popping out.” When my mom saw my arm she immediately threw her dinner into the air. She told my dad to walk me over to our neighbor’s house so she could call the ambulance.
As I was in the car all I was thinking of if I was going to eat goldfish or fruit roll ups. Since I was in the morning group we only went up to 12:00 then we got to leave. My mom came out the car and stayed with since all students and parents had to wait till the teachers came to pick us up. The lobby always smelled like cinnamon candles. My teacher finally came and we said bye to our parents and gave them kisses. As we were walking down the hallway I paid more attention to the classroom numbers. On that day I figured out that our room number was 10. I thought that since our room number was 10 we were all 10 years old.
“If it saves my family and no harm will come to them, then I will do it. But I have to ask a question. Did you kill my parents just to get my attention and to let me know that you are stronger and more powerful than me.”
“…I’m not gonna bother.” I said and continued moving because I was already annoyed enough
My dad came into my room, turned on the light, and woke up my sister and I. I rose up out of my bed thinking that it was time to start getting ready for school. Then, my dad told us that my brother, Jacob, was very sick. I did not know how serious this was or what exactly was going on. As I walked into my parents room I notived my mom frantically pacing back and forth
I went to school tired from listening to my parents conversation at two in the morning. I had a great day. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to hear the argueing. When I got home. My grandmother was at our house. I thought it was very strange. My grandmother never came over unless she was dropping off clothes or something. So I knew she was there for a reason and it wasn’t going to be good.
“Get up! Hit me!” He said. I followed his order, and looked at him, in distraught.
MY eyes opened as I was being licked in the face by my dog and I pushed my dog out of the way to see why my room was so white as I got up to look out the window the window started to fog,then I walked over to the window a little closer and saw that there was some snow on the ground I almost started to yell in joy,but I stopped myself from shouting in joy and I looked at the clock and it was only 6:00 and I knew if I yelled then that my mom would yell at me for waking up everyone in the house.
Child abuse is never an issue that can be overlooked, which is why all incidences must be reported immediately for the sake of the young victim suffering to ensure immediate action is taken and the maximum protection can be achieved.
“If you don’t get out, I will go home and you’ll walk home in the dark in the cold alone.” He shouted angrily