I guess I should introduce myself before we get into things. I'm Grace Matthews, and I'm fifteen. When I was five, my dad died in a work related accident. He was a fireman, and obviously, in a fire, he didn't make it.
My mom is- let me correct myself- was a wonderful woman. Until she met Greg. My shitty step father, who cheats on my mother. With me, unwillingly, of course. My mom stopped loving me when she found out Greg... Uhm, liked me, so to speak, more than he liked her. I hate it, but my mother has recently started finding some sick joy in watching Greg forcefully have his way with me, then throw me in a corner, forcing me to then watch them.
They are horrible people, but they are beloved in our community, and I got it big time when I tried to tell my fourth grade teacher, Mr. Row. Turned out, to my surprise, that Greg and Mr. Row were college buddies, and that he was a sicko as well. I haven't told anyone else afterwards out of fear that I will be forced to go through that again. I went through other horrible events that I don't think I will ever recover from.
It is absolutely sickening, and I've been going through this since a month after Greg and my mother got married when I was seven. SEVEN. Talk about disgusting. I have been thinking of running away for years, but have never gone through with it.