I remember one time, I was in the 6th grade living in a home with my father and his girl friend. I was only there about 4-5 months, but had many bruises. When ask I'd say I fell, but my teacher knew. She went to my house and spoke to my dad's girlfriend. She never hit me again. But then, I didn't stay long either, which was a good thing. I had barely learned how to behave like a human, and with her abuse I was going backwards again.The good thing was, she did feed me and I got to sit at the dining room table with the family.
I'm sorry you went through that growing up. I do know how hard it is when you think you're all alone.