VIDEO: 15-year-old girl, Nae Nae, cries out on Facebook live about her stepdad, Sidney Frank Cheatham, is touching her

Information reaching Kossyderrickent has it that 15-year-old girl, Nae Nae, cries out on Facebook live about her stepdad, Sidney Frank Cheatham, is touching her inappropriately.

According to Nae Nae, she revealed that her stepdad, Sidney Frank Cheatham, is sexually molesting her and her mother isn’t saying anything. She lives in Fayetteville, North Carolina with her grandmother now.

Nae Nae wrote: “I wanted to come on here and say everything I’ve been feeling lately. I know I’m new here and none of you know me except the people I’ve tagged but it took me almost eight months to be ready to say this, to get this out there and now that my mom can’t prevent me, I’m saying it now. READ MORE HERE

“I have lived a life full of lies, abuse (mental and physical), and depression. It started when I was maybe ten. I was being taken home from my dad’s house and I really didn’t want to go home. My mom had a new boyfriend and I liked him at first, he was cool and nice to us and he didn’t do too much. But over a short time, stuff quickly started to change. He started hitting me and my brothers, not with just his hands but with things like the wooden slats from our beds, switches from tree branches, and the thickest belt he could find. At first my mom was against it and I remember she was because one time, he was making my brothers take the trash out, (they were 6 and 4) and it was really dark outside and they were scared and I was scared for them but he made them, threatening them with a belt. My mom said not to “torture” them (her exact words) and he said to be quiet and that they needed to be disciplined correctly and hit or “whooped” all the time so they would learn to listen. As soon as he got the freedom to hit us (my mom took a while to give in but he manipulated her) he found every little thing to put us in trouble for, making us stand in the corner for hours (all day one time) and hitting us every chance he got. He even started to hit my youngest brother (by our dad) who was 2 almost 3. Back to that night, I told my dad everything, explaining what I was going through and that I wanted to live with him because the most hitting him or even his side of the family had ever done was thump me on the forehead maybe once or twice. When he heard all of this, he wanted us out of that house, of that environment and away from that man. He banged on the door, telling my mom to bring his kids. Sidney (my mom’s husband, boyfriend at the time)  yanked the door open and I think he cracked part of the frame. He blamed this on my dad and pulled a firearm on him, the same firearm that i believe is in his profile picture. My dad ran back to me, I was in the car, and I asked him for his phone. He gave it to me and I called the police. My mom kept telling me to come in the house but I was really scared that someone was going to die because her husband had that firearm and he was pointing it at us. My mom lied to the police and told them that my dad kicked the door open with a firearm which was not true because he left his own in the car on his seat. The police handcuffed my dad, putting him in the backseat od the police car and me in the front, asking me questions. Despite all of this, despite my obvious distress, they forced me to stay with my mom. And so the abuse got worse. We moved away and when I turned twelve, things got harder. I did sneak and make an Instagram so that I could talk to my dad and tell him everything that was going on. And I got caught the day of my twelfth birthday. My mom hit me and pushed me to the floor, making me hit my head on one of my brothers toys. And when I explained to her the next day everything I was feeling and why I did what I did and said what I said and why I didn’t want to live there, she started calling me crazy and stupid, saying that my dad didn’t love or care about me and that he didn’t want any of us. She constantly, even to this day, threw it in our face because she knew it hurt. After that day, stuff started to change and one day, my mom’s husband made me take all of my clothes off except my underwear to whoop me. He made me bend over the bed and I was so scared that he’d do something else other than whoop me because every time between the hits, he’d tell me to keep my head forward and he’d stand there, not moving. Just looking. He found every reason to put me in trouble and do this, saying that if I told anyone, especially my mom, he’d kill or hurt me, flashing his gun and balling up his fists all the time. Until one day, he actually touched me. It was a day when I got in trouble at school. I told a boy through a Google doc that I was done, ready to end my life. I guess the school saw it and called my mom to tell her, and when they picked us up from school, my mom played the voicemail for everybody to hear, laughing at me. That day, she went to have a day to herself, getting her hair or nails done (i don’t remember but it was one of the two) and she told me that if I didn’t change or get my act together, she’d kick me out of the house and to a girl’s home and make sure my sister never knew me (she was pregnant with my sister at the time). Her husband said I was getting a whooping when I got home and I had a really bad feeling. When we got home, he told my brothers to stay in the living room, leading me to mine. I remember him doing what he always did, telling me to strip and bend over. But one thing was different. He made me stand up and turn to him. He put the belt down and that’s when I knew something was about to go so wrong. He grabbed my breasts. I was terrified, tears falling and everything. He told me not to make a single noise, gesturing toward his gun that was sitting on my dresser. He had only touched me twice after that day. But that wasn’t the only thing he did. He choked me one day, busting a blood vessel in my eye. They made me lie to his family and say I was holding my breath for too long (an obvious and stupid lie but they made me tell it anyway). My mom did it too one day. She choked me and a blood vessel popped in the same exact eye. She hit me as well, but she chocked me more and even sat on me when I was in the seventh grade because I was talking to my dad again. One day she even slapped me until my eye was black and blue, forcing me to wear makeup and a mask at school. Everyone knew something was wrong with me and my teacher even asked me if everything was okay at home. I lied of course because the last time I told the school about my situation, they didn’t do anything about it, sending me home. But I wasn’t the only one. It was my three brothers too. My moms husband hit them more than me (he spent more time just looking at me). My littlest brother, 7 now, was the one who got hurt the most. Sidney found everything, I mean everything to hit him for. He even choked him and my brother pooped himself. My mom did things too. The oldest boy, younger than me, told me he was forced to drink mop water because Sidney lied on him and said he was playing with an unopened bottled water in the sink. So much stuff happened and I know I won’t get to say all of it, that new stuff will come to me later but I want to say the most important. And my mom knew something was wrong because she started asking me if I was doing something with her husband, even making me take a pregnancy test and a drug test on my period to see if I was pregnant or smoking with him. I’m still a virgin and I kept telling her that but she never believes me, saying that if something is happening, it’s my fault and that if I did get pregnant or something, she’d kick me out, laughing in my face about it. I told her about me having nightmares that interfere with my sleeping and focusing in school and she dismissed it. Sidney threatened to kill my dad in front of us, scaring us all the time. My oldest little brother even ran away because he was tired of it, lying to my mom saying he got into an argument with one of us and that he needed to cool down but later telling me he was tired of Sidney and my mom hitting me and the only reason he came back is because he couldn’t fine our dad’s number because it was changed. My mom panicked about it but Sidney said it wasn’t even serious. I even ran away last year and when I told the cops about what happened, I did leave some things out because I was too scared to tell but I told them about Sidney looking at me, the still sent me back with my mom. One day, I even caught Sidney changing my sister and he was putting his finger in her behind and after that his excuses to hit and look at me got worse and more frequent. And even after all of this stressfulness and me trying to open my mom’s eyes to what was happening, she still made me stay and the only reason she sent me away is because she wants control over everything and Sidney went along with it so that I wouldn’t be able to say anything but seeing all of these people on Tik Tok explaining their own situations and getting out of them made me realize how powerful the Internet is and how I can change my life. And no, I don’t just want freedom to do whatever I want and I’m not making anything up, I just want a normal teenage life. My dad’s side always made me feel like a normal kid and my mom and her husband, who was always trying to replace them but it was never the same, made me feel like I was in a boot camp. They even got married and sent us with our aunt but took their own kids even though they promised to include us. They only want their own little family and I’m scared it’s only a matter of time before my siblings get old enough and they go through the same thing I went through. And mostly, I’m scared for my own sister, of her going through what I did except with her own father. I don’t want her to have to feel that type of pain. I’m tired of being in this situation and I’m not about to let my siblings go through it too so if the police can’t help me, I’m going to make a change on my own. Not just for me but for my family too. I just want to be heard.
P.S. This is my real account but my mom blocked all of my real ones to try to silence me. (I tagged my fake account and tagged her on that post)
#endthesilence #iwantmyfamilyback #cps #helpme #virals #HearMyVoice
Her name is Dwylar Cheatham, look her up.”