My story: I was a teen mom and a 13 year old prostitute (long)
He threw the coffee table at her.
She threw a knife at him.
And then she left.
Didn't say good bye.
She just left, and never came back.
My dad moved us aoud a lot,
Various one room apartments, old abandoned buildings, living out of the car.
We did it all.
He would leave, sometimes for hours, sometimes for days.
When I was 12 we moved into a house, it was old, rundown, no heat, no hot water, no stove, no tub. I didn't even have a bed.
We hardly had food, he was blowing it on drugs and alcohol.
When I was 13, he forced me into prostitution.
I remember the first time so clearly. He made me out on a black skirt and red top, and he took me to meet this guy.
He left me in a room with him, alone.
The guy looked at me, and said
"don't be scared, beautiful. I won't hurt you"
And led me to the bed.
I cried the entire time, when he was done he handed me a wad of money and said "you can go"
I went outside, my dad was waiting there, held is hand out and said "hand it over."
Thats how it went for a while. He'd take me to a guy, wait outside for me to give him the money.
After a few months, he just started sending me out on my own, it I came back and hadn't made as much money as he wanted, he'd go crazy.
He stopped letting me go to school, said that I needed to work during the day too.
All of the money went to supporting his addiction.
When I was 17, I I found out I was pregnant.
I knew I had to get out, my dad sent me out that night, when i got back he wasn't there, I threw some clothes in a back pack, along with the $500 I had just made, and I left.
I bought a bus ticket, went 8 towns over.
I was 17, 8 weeks pregnant, alone, and had no clue who my babies father was.
I went into a little restraunt called the corner cafe, I ate, and then went outside and sat on the bench.
It got dark, late and cold.
I was sitting there crying, shivering, and wondering what the hell
I was suppose to do now.
This guy came up, watched for a minute, then wrapped his cost around me and asked where I was staying and if I needed a ride.
I told "I just got into to town, I don't have a place yet"
He asked how much money I had, I told him I had $300 left.
He offered to let me stay at his place.
After talking for a while he convinced me to stay with him.
I was still skeptical, but I didn't know where else I was going to go.
He was 19, shaggy dark hair, big brown puppy like eyes, he had such a sweet smile and gentle look, and at that point I
Figured if I had to trust a stranger, it might as well be him.
We got there, he offered me some coffee. I declined.
He said "don't like coffee?"
I replied "my Doctor said to watch my caffeine intake"
He said "oh...do you mind If I ask why?"
Me: "because, I'm pregnant"
Him: pregnant...? How old are you anyway..?
Me: 17...how old are you?
Him: 19,,....my names Ryland
Me: mines Ava.
He smiled and said "nice to meet you Ava"
After I few minutes he asked "do you have any family around ava?"
I shook my head.
He than said "what about the baby's dad?"
I didn't respond. I guess he sensed I
Didn't want to talk about it because he didn't ask again, instead he showed me around the apartment, and offered me some soup.
We became good friends fast.
I got a job as a waitress, he introduced me to his friends, over time i told him everything.
We became close.
He helped me get my diploma.
He helped me find an Obgyn and he went to all my appointments with me.
He helped me prep for the baby.
I don't know at what point I started to love him, but I did.
I was 7 and a half months pregnant when he told me he loved me.
At the point he also admitted that he wished they he had been the babys father.
And honestly I had wished it too.
When Willow was born, he was right there with me, and he signed her birth certificate.
We got married 10 months later.
His family did not approve. They said we were moving to fast. And they didn't approve of me at all. I told him
That if we told him the truth about me, they might understand more, but he insisted it was none of their buisness, and that it didn't matter what they approved of.
His parents did not contact us for 3 years and to this day they do not approve..
When I left my dad I never looked back, not once.
Ryland and I have been married for 10 years now.
We own a house now, and we are expecting baby number 2, a boy that we are naming Kaden.
I apologize for any typos, this is a touch screen device,my screen is messed up
And half of the screen is white.
Eta: the lovey people who think
I'm making it up are already coming out...I assume there will
Be more.. You Dont have to Believe me.. But I'd just like to say, that I couldn't make it up..I think anyone who makes up a story of abuse..especially what I went through..is one sick fuck