Liliana

That's all it was.

And my stepdad like came over and kneeled next to me.

So he's like right in my face.

And he grabs me by the face and forces me to look at him.

And he could see that I was mad, like in my eyes.

I don't think that I glared at him or anything.

I think I just looked back at him.

But the fact that he could see that I was angry, he just like, I could see his eyes just went dead.

And he grabbed me by the arm.

and took me so the the dining room where we were the basement door was right there like you can go down to the basement from the dining room and the stairs were like where there's a little bit of stairs and then a landing and then more stairs kind of going off to the side so he grabs me by the arm and he pushes me down the the first few stairs and then we get to the landing and he grabs me by the arm again and he drags me down the rest of the stairs and you can hear my feet just like down the stairs and then he just starts beating the like the shit out of me down there truly

And he brings me back up and I just look at all the other adults and all the other adults are just staring down at their plate.

Nobody wants to say anything.

And then I just sat back down at the table, expected to just ask if that didn't happen.

Hello?

Like over and over again, the adults around me knew and did nothing.

Once I started sixth grade, we moved to French Lick, Indiana, which is about two hours away from where we were previously living.

I'm not sure why we chose this location.

Again, same thing.

Nice house out in the country.

Just yeah.