I was 17 and homeless, my mom is and was a functioning alcoholic. From the time I was 4-6 I was being molested by older cousins. I told my mom, but she didn’t have anybody else to watch me while she drank and cheated on my father while he was at work. I was taken from her finally when I was 9 after a alcohol induced beating and her locking me in a closet to hide me from police after someone called 911. I was given to my father who ultimately gave up on me and didn’t understand my trauma , my dad also hit me but my dad loved me. I can’t remember a single day my mother hugged me or kissed me . So fast forward to my grandparents moving to West Virginia and my staying here. Eventually I found myself with no where to go. My friend introduced me to Christopher aka “king” he was going to make us models!!! He said we could stay with him, very quickly a dream turned into a nightmare for me, he took my phone . Threatened to hurt my family and turned me into a street walking prostitute. I called both my parents and told them I was stuck in Miami. I left out the details where I had been being trafficked and forced to sell my body out of shame. Both of my parents refused to help me and left me in Miami with my trafficker. I watched him rape girls, beat up girls…. he even raped me. He was allowed because we belonged to him … according to him. I walked ocean blvd till my feet bled. He had no remorse , I have permanent knots on the bottom of my feet now, they eventually got tougher and adapted to my lifestyle I was forced to adopt. Eventually I siezed my opportunity to run away from him! But I continued being a prostitute because I knew nothing else . I was trying to get stable… fast forward to 2019 I’m a single mother now. I now sell my body to take care of my children and I will tell you that I really can’t take much more of this. I wanted to be a lawyer, tears stream down my face every time I say this because I’ve been robbed of so much. My Dad always tells me to stop feeling sorry for myself. But on the inside of me it feels like fire. I want to be able to heal, get therapy, change my life , but every single time I look up I have bills and the kids need stuff and my children’s fathers have turned they’re back on me. All my life it has been hard! I’m desperate at this point looking for anything that can help but sadly there isn’t much help or even awareness for human trafficking victims. I’m mentally and physically damaged and nobody cares about me it seems like. But I’m a mother now, so I have to make sure I provide for my children and it’s only damaging me more! I WANT OUT OF THIS LIFE. I want normal!!!!! Please help me if you want to email me I would love that I have nobody on this planet but my children.
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Signed MC the girl that never mattered