Personal Writing Why??????? It was a warm summer night, and I had just returned from my summer school class. I was extremely upset with my mother for making me go to summer school when I didn’t have to. Every night I would storm into the dark house waiting for someone to notice that I was home, not only was I home but I was upset. One night it was different, I was actually happy because I had made friends in the class and I understood what was going on. When I came home all the lights were on in my usually gloomy house and my mom and step-father were drinking beer and watching TV.

I was excited because I understood my math homework and I wanted to do it right then, I didn’t care how drunk they were. Although they weren’t sure what was going on they humored me and continued to try to figure out what I was doing. Eventually my mother went to bed because she was tired. I didn’t want her to go to bed because I had this awful feeling in my stomach. I could tell by the way my step-father was acting that I did not want to be alone with him. I did not say anything and she went to bed.

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My step-father stayed up trying to help me with my homework. I knew things weren’t right when he started rubbing my back. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life. He proceeded to do more things to me and I felt so helpless. I kept asking him to leave me alone and he just asked why and told me I liked it.

In the mean time my mother was peacefully asleep in bed, totally oblivious that anything could be going on. My step-father got up to go to the bathroom, and I went into my mothers room. I told her I was tired and I wanted to go to bed. Just then my step-father came into the room and told my mom that we were almost done with my homework. He told her to tell me that I had to finish my homework with him, of course she did. So I slowly stumbled my way back into the living room, back onto the evil couch that I had to sleep on that night.

My step-father continued to touch me and finally I told him to go away, and that I hated him. He left and climbed into bed with my mother. The emotional pain that I experienced that night was so overpowering that it was hard to believe. Once I was safe I laid awake on the couch and cried till I couldn’t anymore. I knew that I couldn’t stay in this house anymore, not with him living there.

It was probably around 1:00 when I decided that I had to get out. I left a note for my mother saying where I was going and if she wanted to know why she would have to ask my step-father. I ran as fast as I could, with tears streaming down my face. With terror in my eyes I approached my neighbors house, the woman who told me her doors were always open. I went in and told her exactly what happened, she held me in her arms while I cried and wished my life would get back to normal.

Back at home my mother found the note and called my neighbors house asking what was going on. She came over and I told her exactly what happened. She said she was going back to my house and I was going with her, I absolutely refused and spent the night at my neighbors. I told her that I did not want her to go back in fear of what my step-father may do to her, because of some past experiences. It turned out he didn’t do anything to her, but when she asked him what happened that night he claimed he couldn’t remember.

Since this happened last summer I have been to counseling and received help, yet there is still a part of me that feels violated beyond belief. I am glad that I can talk about this subject without crying, although inside I want to burst. Writing this paper has given me the best treatment possible because I feel like I just took a ton of bricks off my shoulders. Nothing can heal my pain because it is not like a scratch that will heal, it is something only I know exists. You can not see this pain because it lurks within my memories.

But to this day I ask myself WHY???? English Essays.