MadManWithaBox
May 29th, 2011, 01:20 PM
This is one of my worst memories, since it was a bad time in my life. But I've been going over it a lot recently, and now I want to vent. So here we go.
When I was 14, I was in boarding school. And two male teachers, who lived on the premises with us, raped me, and beat me several times, say 9 or 10 times, until they were found out. When the school found out, they called the police. My mum wasn't around, and they said I'd either be sent to my dad, who tried to kill me and abused me my whole life, or put into care. And I didn't want either of those things. So I legged it. I ran away. I had £23.89 in notes and coins, my DS lite, and my phone. I ran, and got the bus, I stopped when I reached Liverpool city centre. I thought that I could hide. Since there were so many homeless people in Liverpool, till my mum came back. It wasn't really cold, and I bought cigarettes and nice food and a sleeoing bag from a charity shop. I thought it'd be a couple of days at most.
That was wednesday. On friday, I was on hope street, planning to get the train home on Saturday, When some police came round, with a picture of me. Looking for me. And I thought I was in trouble. I freaked out. And I ran away again, to Garston. That was the first time I got mugged. And I got the shit kicked out of me, by some lads. And what was left of my money, phone and DS were gone. So I had waited until Saturday. hiding in some Alley by a chippy, till I went back into the city centre. And I begged for money. All day. And I only got £3 or something. It was late by the time I moved, like 11pm odd. I had hardly any money, no food. I was desperate. Some guy started to talk to me. He wasn't old. Late 40's I think. He asked me how old I was I was,. I said 14. He asked if I was a virgin. I told him I'd been raped. He offered me £30 to go back to his house with him, and have sex. I said ok. So he took us to his house., in birkenhead. I.. well you don't need those details. I did things I'm ashamed of.
He gave me the £30. He said his wife would be back from the night shift in 2 hours, but would I come back tomorrow. I said no. I left. I stayed in birkenhead. I tried begging again. I didn't make anything. I had the £30. I thought it'd last till I was out of trouble. I didn't when that would be. And on Tuesday. I saw posters everywhere, with my face. So I ran again. To manchester. And more begging that didn't work. On thursday, 2 old men came up to. Must have been 8 in the evening. And they offered me £10 each if I would... give them blow jobs in a public toilet. And I did. And I didn't get any money. I just got the shit kicked out of me again. But the next evening, I went looking. For people who would pay me for sex. And I found someone. Really young guy. I got £20, and I went back to Liverpool. And from there. I did that as a routine, for 9 weeks. Moving between birkenhead, Liverpool, manchester, anywhere I could afford to go. Going round the streets and pubs and night clubs, looking for people who'd pay me for sex. They prefer young guys, so I earned a lot a first. Then less. I got 50 pence for a hand job, cos I had nothing. I was constantly moving, to avoid the police. I was stealing what I could. I went through peoples bins more than once. Until eventually, me and this other guy tried to mug someone. Only there was 6 of them. So he ran away, and I got beat up, then they called the police, I got taken to the station. Where some recognised me off the posters, and I just confessed who was I. Turned out I wasn't in trouble at all. They were just worried. Stupid of me..
So yeah. Don't know why I told that. I just..... needed to, I guess.
When I was 14, I was in boarding school. And two male teachers, who lived on the premises with us, raped me, and beat me several times, say 9 or 10 times, until they were found out. When the school found out, they called the police. My mum wasn't around, and they said I'd either be sent to my dad, who tried to kill me and abused me my whole life, or put into care. And I didn't want either of those things. So I legged it. I ran away. I had £23.89 in notes and coins, my DS lite, and my phone. I ran, and got the bus, I stopped when I reached Liverpool city centre. I thought that I could hide. Since there were so many homeless people in Liverpool, till my mum came back. It wasn't really cold, and I bought cigarettes and nice food and a sleeoing bag from a charity shop. I thought it'd be a couple of days at most.
That was wednesday. On friday, I was on hope street, planning to get the train home on Saturday, When some police came round, with a picture of me. Looking for me. And I thought I was in trouble. I freaked out. And I ran away again, to Garston. That was the first time I got mugged. And I got the shit kicked out of me, by some lads. And what was left of my money, phone and DS were gone. So I had waited until Saturday. hiding in some Alley by a chippy, till I went back into the city centre. And I begged for money. All day. And I only got £3 or something. It was late by the time I moved, like 11pm odd. I had hardly any money, no food. I was desperate. Some guy started to talk to me. He wasn't old. Late 40's I think. He asked me how old I was I was,. I said 14. He asked if I was a virgin. I told him I'd been raped. He offered me £30 to go back to his house with him, and have sex. I said ok. So he took us to his house., in birkenhead. I.. well you don't need those details. I did things I'm ashamed of.
He gave me the £30. He said his wife would be back from the night shift in 2 hours, but would I come back tomorrow. I said no. I left. I stayed in birkenhead. I tried begging again. I didn't make anything. I had the £30. I thought it'd last till I was out of trouble. I didn't when that would be. And on Tuesday. I saw posters everywhere, with my face. So I ran again. To manchester. And more begging that didn't work. On thursday, 2 old men came up to. Must have been 8 in the evening. And they offered me £10 each if I would... give them blow jobs in a public toilet. And I did. And I didn't get any money. I just got the shit kicked out of me again. But the next evening, I went looking. For people who would pay me for sex. And I found someone. Really young guy. I got £20, and I went back to Liverpool. And from there. I did that as a routine, for 9 weeks. Moving between birkenhead, Liverpool, manchester, anywhere I could afford to go. Going round the streets and pubs and night clubs, looking for people who'd pay me for sex. They prefer young guys, so I earned a lot a first. Then less. I got 50 pence for a hand job, cos I had nothing. I was constantly moving, to avoid the police. I was stealing what I could. I went through peoples bins more than once. Until eventually, me and this other guy tried to mug someone. Only there was 6 of them. So he ran away, and I got beat up, then they called the police, I got taken to the station. Where some recognised me off the posters, and I just confessed who was I. Turned out I wasn't in trouble at all. They were just worried. Stupid of me..
So yeah. Don't know why I told that. I just..... needed to, I guess.