I left home at 14 because I was either going to be severely injured or killed. My best friends parents after the final stepfather beating leaving me unconscious and then running for my life from the stepfather shouting insults and threats as he chased me for ~300 feet before exhaustion said I should live with them for awhile and I did for over 6 months. To this day >age 60 I have internal injury damage that causes complications from being regularly assaulted by the stepfather and mother who enabled that and even requested it sometimes. She did her fair share of breaking broom handles over our shoulders and backs and yelling at us "Bastards' everyday for years. After leaving home I worked full time and went to school. Not a dime of social supports from the gov because the mother stated that I was welcome back in the home to excuse herself from legal issues and possible expenses for me not being in the home. Before I never returned home one day I telephoned the police, explained the matters clearly in simple proper English and she (The copper.) gave me a pep talk and said she made a note in a file and sent me on my way without even coming to investigate. So I knew I was in danger. The parents worked me very hard everyday within 15 minutes of the school bus dropping me off or I would get the belt if I exceeded the 15 minute deadline. I was forced to work till dark or later if required and was then expected to do studies and homework after dinner. Weekends was up at 6am and out the door working the farm till after dark again. I had a broken collar bone and then another time a broken tailbone and never went to the doctor and forced to do manual labor, push a wheelbarrow all day for days with loads of dirt, weed the gardens, mow 1.5 acres of lawn multiple times per week and all the trimming too, care for the farm animals and not whimper about the broken bones and totally denied any sort of sympathy for the internal grinding hunks of tailbone breakage or the broken collar bone protruding beneath my skin. Any emotions from me or facial expressions they disliked resulted in the belt. I was not allowed any sort of perceived negativity or even appear to possibly question anything or it was the belt. I worked the family farm always fearing the next beating and the stepfather was a well off fireman and the mother into geriatrics so they had lotsa money to toss around. I was commanded to never talk to the neighbors and that the neighbors hated us so no big loss. They bought a new Sea Ray expensive luxury boat, motorhome, cars, expensive everything and always daily made me feel guilty for them buying them as if they where for me and I should feel bad because I was so privileged with them. The reality for me was when I was regularly taken fishing with the stepfather to remote mountain lakes with no people for many miles around I was scared for my life everyday all day. The smell of him made me fearful and seeing him was worse. The boats, motorhome and all that stuff meant isolation for me and a possible additional assault event resulting in me being whipped with a large long leather horsewhip causing deep lacerations and lots of bleeding wherever the whip hit or his huge oak leaf belt or a old fashioned smack me or punch me senseless till unconscious. I had a very large male blond German shepherd, spent a lot of time with it and trained it for as many hours as I could steal and the dog considered me it's own and anything came near me like another animal and it was a near death experience if they where aggressive in any way (One know biting aggressive large dog came running at full speed out of the blue one day as we walked up a country road, ran up lips curled, teeth all showing, right up to us and as fast as I blinked my dog ripped off half it's face and left it on the road and never even looked back as we walked away.) It was a super bush dog always circling me and making sure nothing came near me. So... The stepfather instantly decided one day that the dog was not attentive to him and was too attentive to me and so he grabbed a 2x4 and beat the dog senseless all over it's body. The dog's personality was killed totally, was not interested in life or any activities after and just wanted to lay about and look solemn and be alone. The dog was permanently ruined forever after that. While all this was going on he would pick the lock(Toothpick in door knob hole.) on the bathroom door all the time for years and enter while I was showering and demand hot showers with me and back scrubs and anytime we where swimming in wilderness areas as he demanded we do he demanded skinny dipping/snorkeling and pulled off my shorts even as I refused and tried to stop him and he made me skinny dip. A full blown real bad guy. They openly and obviously considered me a inconvenience, a expense and a hassle. The mother before I worked from age 12 onward hated buying me clothes. It was always a issue and a hassle for her and she would often remind me "Of the time" months and even years before when she felt perceived inconvenience in regards to my clothing needs. So one day she said she knew a very good store and took me to a woman's stores for a new ski suit (With women's very obvious shaped hips showing when I wore them and ugly female coloration.) and so I got a job and bought all my clothing from that point of age 12 onward and when people/family visited I was ordered to shut up and not speak as she took full credit for my good taste in clothing and talked it up as if this was all on her superior child rearing skills. I could go on all night the stuff I had to endure but I won't. These people are the sorts that should be locked up and are not qualified to raise children. Not a molecule of love in their hearts. I have seen multiples of them in other families when I was growing up and they come from all socioeconomic families and all sorts of occupations of the parent(s). The same goes for good parents they come from all varieties too. It's total BS and never seems to end and there is always a supply of these people up and coming in the world. I worked for a electronics shop for 15 months in BC. A guy there only solder sucked TV PCBs and resoldered the PCBs because he had zero training. So I knew something was up and after about 13 months me and him had a talk and he told me why he was there and how. He and his brothers and sister where always abused. It was terrible. The father hated them and near killed them regularly. So at about age 8 his older brother and the kids sat and stood near the front door of the country house out in the wilderness and waited for the father to finish work, come home and open the front door. The older brother about age 9 was there with the 30-30 Winchester ready. The father opened the door and immediately received a bullet right in the chest and was dropped dead right there in a instant. The guy I worked with that was one of the younger brothers after lived in foster homes as all the children did and he exited out of that when he became of age of majority. So this guy was age ~38 when I worked with him and he had learning issues, loved his absurdly dumb so stupid but beautiful ex-wife to a fault no matter what she dreamed up next to sexually harass/hurt him (Including attempting to use me as a sex weapon to get under his skin but that never worked I simply walked away and left her standing alone like the idiot she is.) The locals made sure he always had a job and tried to keep him supported. Nice guy and I totally understood why the oldest brother put a round through him.