My uncle went to work away,and my life started to pick up.Yes i was still beaten regularly,yes i was still the butt of the bullies at school,still treated as a slave,and still doing self harm,but my inner body was getting time to recover.A girl at school was having a party,and my dad thought it would do me good to go have fun with kids my own age.Mother was appauled,but gave in and said i could go so long as i was home by nine o'clock,and so it was agreed.Choosing my clothes carefully to hide the bruises,i got ready then called for a few of the girls who were going,and we arrived at the party about seven.We all sat outside drinking and smoking,and for the first time ever i felt like a normal teenager.We were singing,laughing and joking,it was great,so great that none of us thought about the time.One of the lads said he was going to make a move as he had to be in by ten,so i said i would walk with him,as he only lived in the next road to me.When we reached the shops on the corner of his street we stood talking for a short while,until we had smoked our cigs.As he said goodnight he gave me a peck on the cheek,just as the dragon came round the corner.She dragged me home by the hair,calling me all the names under the sun.I was mortified,sure i was going to die from the embarrassment.I was going to be a laughing stock at school for sure,and the way she told it,i was having sex with him in the street.Dad was disgusted with me,and told me i was grounded indefinately,the only time i was allowed out of my room was to use the bathroom.I had no tv,no radio and no books,so i decided to start writing.I wrote about what i thought,what i felt,and how much i disliked my family even though i knew it was a sin (honour thy mother and thy father).After a couple of weeks i was so depressed,so lonely,i was even begining to miss my uncle.I didn't like what he did to me,i hated him so much for the pain he put me through,but i was desperate for some human contact.the only contact i had for those few weeks was when my sister or my dad brought me some food.I got enough to keep me going,but not enough to keep the hunger from eating away at me.If i was lucky i could listen to people talking outside,and pretend i was part of their conversation.I was finally allowed downstairs and resumed my household duties immediately,catching up was the hardest,both at home and at school.
My uncle returned on my fourteenth birthday,he said he had really missed me and we were in for a good night as we had a lot of time to catch up on.Over the years i had learned that alcohol numbed the pain,so therefor if i got drunk it wouldn't seem half as bad.I was right,i just lay there and it was as if it was happening to someone else.It went on for hours,and uncle jerry said it was worth waiting for,and he would be back in about a months time.When he returned he was even nastier than he had ever beeen.He stripped me naked in the living room,and started biting me all over.He couldn't have sex because his penis was sore after he caught it in his zip.When i laughed he smacked me so hard in the face i was knocked out cold,When i came to i was bleeding and sore down there,but he had put my nightgown on and covered me with a blanket.