He had me lean over the back of the chair and hold onto it with my hands underneath the seat. He hit me once and I cried. He let me be for a while. Then he said, 'If you don't hurry up and move your hands, I'll break your finger.' By the fourth or fifth time I didn't feel it anymore, but each time it was hard enough to move my chair forward. |
He was doing it then, he could still be doing it now. Somebody somewhere will help you, just mention it. I agree the case won't be won or lost in the newspaper, but it will be won in the courts. |
I remember sitting at the stoplight with my hands shaking and my chest pounding and I couldn't breathe. I'd get to church and dread getting out of the car. I'd get out but part of me stayed in the car while the other part went to church. |
I remember what he's done to me. I know what he's done to other kids. He's been doing that to how many more kids? I want that to stop. |
I would say something or ask about the preacher and people said I was lying. So I denied it to myself for a long time. I quit trying and I separated myself from what was happening. |