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Stacy was a child when the abuse started and continued most of the way through her adult life

Chapter 1 The Start

Stacey was a child no one really wanted, Stacey's mother hated the ground she walked on and her father only had contact because his mother wanted to see Stacey.

Back at the start of Stacey's life from what she can remember has been filled with hurt, she doesn't remember a life where she lived with her mother and father together, all she remember is from the age of 4, Stacey's first memory is of being at home in the dark walking around the house looking for her mother but couldn't find her, it was raining pretty heavily outside the thunder was banging away, Stacey sat on the stairs she was so scared and didn't know what to do!

Next thing she knows someone comes to the door banging banging and banging away this person lifts the letter box and looks in and says to Stacey where's your mum? Stacey doesn't know this person but she can see it's a man and reply's "I don't know" the man reply's with "okay" and leaves, leaving Stacey on the stairs crying for hours.

Stacey's mother doesn't return and Stacey is so scared now she decided to go to her room and jump into bed to go to sleep. The next morning Stacey gets out of bed and goes to her mothers room and she is in bed with a man, the man that was at the door, they're both still sleeping so Stacey goes down stairs to watch tv.

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