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My names Alyssa Sabel and this is my story.

My life was perfect. it was a normal 4 year olds lifestyle. all i cared about were toys and when the powerpuff girls were gonna be on tv. that is untill my mom met the “man of her dreams” but became hers and mines worst nightmare. They were a couple for 5 years, a normal “family” we were. we moved into a house together just the three of us. everything was great and amazing. Then when i was 8, the big question came about. Will you marry me?… Will you be my stepdaughter?… Obviously my mom said yes she was in love, and yes i said yes because i loved this man. he was more like a dad to me than my real father has ever been my whole life. That was the turning point, and not for good. after february 22, 2003, that was it. everything started to change, everything. there was non-stop fucking fighting over the stupidest things and at the most random times. He would fight with me and my mom constantly. I slammed my bedroom door, fight. didnt clean up after i had a snack, fight. breathed the clean air, fight. I remember it like yesterday, when the drugs and physical abuse started. Yes you read that right. My stepdad became a drug addict in front of my own eyes. And i know your thinking why didnt your mom get you out or there? why didnt she leave him? she couldnt. He threatend her life if she left him as well as mine. For over 3 years i was beaten for almost anything i did. I watched my mom get beat to a pulp after i myself did. Once my sister was born in 2004, things got worse, he would get angry and lash out at her. And as a older child i was not going to let him hit her like he did to me. Everytime i protected her i got hit 2x worse as my “punishment” for interefering with his discipline. On November 5, 2008 i protected my sister from being hit with a belt because she didnt finish her food. Because i did that i was contitnuously punched untill i hit the ground where i was then kicked uncontious. That was where i had enough, i called the police and had him arrested. as well as order of protections for my mom sister and me. I went throught 7 years of hell. but the day i spoke up changed it to where hell went away. I write this story now to not only let people realize how good they have it with a normal family but to also show that even though i went through hell, i became a strong person. I wanted to write my story for people to get a look that the shit you hear about people getting abused could happen to anyone around you and you’d never know unless they tell you. Most people have no idea what ive been through and i think its time they did because i am the person today because of what ive been through. Im not trying to get sympathy and i dont expect that but just know when you get to know people never judge them unless you know their story.