My story.. Trigger warning.

My name is Mar, and this is my story.

When I was a young child, my biological father abused me mentally, physically and sexually. He was an all around toxic human being hiding behind words of "this is how daddy's show their love". I believed him at the time, and no matter how much it hurt I would take it.

Fastforward to early teens. My father has long been out of the picture, with only a few emails or letters here and there. I thought I would never see him again - until I was attacked the summer I turned fifteen. I was walking home from a friends house in the early afternoon and some random drunkard found me. Wrong place at the wrong time. He held me down at gun point and had his way with me and then ran off. I lay crying in the feild,not knowing what to do. I was scared, the worst fear I had ever felt. I went home and acted as if nothing had happened, emailed my father in secrecy and he drove thirteen hours straight to come and take me away from my hometown - I wanted to be anywhere but there.

It wasn't until I was thirteen hours away from home and a month or so later that I started getting sick. I thought it was because I hadn't been eating so my body was rejecting food.. But I was pregnant. Fifteen and pregnant.

I called a friend back in my hometown and told her everything. She told my mom. Who sped out to my fathers house. But it was too late, my father found out and forced me into an abortion.

Right from from day one of my life I didn't have control over my body.