People think that just because me and him fight that we dont love each other. People say that we do not belong together. Well i think that they are all wrong. I have never said it before where i really meant it but i think i love him. His lively smile, the way he looks when he eats, the little things that no one ever picks up. It breaks my heart to know that he at this very moment was or could be with another girl.
It never occured to me before that he could be so unfaithful towards me... even after 3 years of a love and friendship filled realtionship he could ever do such a thing. Even though it broke my heart i had to stand up for myself. And this is where my story begins...
I had woke up late one sunday night come to find out that he was not next to me, when i realized how uncommon this was i immediatly think the worst. Scared and confused, i called his cell phone like 4 or 5 times in a matter of 5 minutes. This started to scare me. As i lay in my bed thinking to myself all the possibilities of what could have and what is happening right now, the list went on and on.
When he strolled in at quater past three, i was so overjoyed to see him and see that he was okay. As any normal person would do, i asked him "where the hell were you" i waited and waited, worried, thought up horrifying reasons to why you were not home. Guess what classic line he used next? He used the "I was working late." Although this is entirely possible it just didnt seem right. I kept on pushing and pushing the same questions figuring sooner or later he'd screw up and i would have him caught but he didn't.
I knew something was fishy when this became a regular occurence maybe two, three times a week. Every Answer was the same. Well one night i got sick of waiting, i went to his work. I got out of my car, and come to my surprise he was there. I walked up to his car and made sure that what i was seeing was real and not just a figment of my imagination. I noticed that the doors to his office building were still all unlocked because the janitors and the trashmen were all working.
I took the elevator up to the fifth floor, (the floor to which his office was on) and when the doors opened, there he was with his arm around another women, giggling. I started to see red. Angry and emotional i started to scream when the elevator doors closed before me.
"Do you think he saw me" i asked myself, "Yeah" he had to have seen me, i was right in front of them. Well it was enough proof to me on what he was doing. I had so many questions for him and a good ride home to think about how i was going to ask him.
I got up stairs, and the door is unlocked, " Iknow i locked the door" she said to herself. From the dark corner of the room he appeared slowly. "It was straight out of a horror film i said i had no clue on what i thought. He then said softly "Where were you tonight?" I lied and covered my tracks but he knew, he knew all along. He asked me a question and i stumbled on the answer almost revealing to him the truth, but he caught it. He knew that i knew. He knew that i couldn't say anything. I started to raise my voice as we started to speak. He heard me start to get defensive.
Then i let it out " I Saw you" i screamed, "I know what you were up to" he looked at me with red eyes filled with anger. He thought that he didn't have to explain himself but i told him otherwise, he looked at me and as i turned to get my things he grabbed me with a grip that could never be reproduced. He flung me to the floor and started to hit me. He was showing no remorce. It pains me to talk about it to this day. I finally managed to move and got a little room between this crazed, psycho, maniac and myself. He hit me one more time. All i saw was slow motion falling to the ground then black.
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I woke up the next morning to a ransacked house. I didn't know what to do. If i called the cops he would know it was me and be sure to kill me next time. He had never been this way before. He was always a kind, generous person who would appear never to be capable of committing such a horrendous offense. He started to really change right around the time we moved to our own home outside the streets of New York, a beautiful home and it was all ours. I had a tough time taking all this in. He hadn't come home since the attack and i was done.
There was no way i was hanging around to fear any longer for my life all because he has serious mental issues. All this was because he cheated, lied to me, then beat me because i confronted him. I decided that enough was enough.
Thats how I ended up here talking to you guys, i had no other place to turn i felt like i was sitting up against a wall in the fetile position.
The captain immediately sent two officers down to his job to see if they could talk to him, i begged them not to but they did anyway. I tried to explain to them that he would know, and he would be back. I did not want to test that theory though i sat in the waiting room and then i heard over one of the radios "Code 91, Code 91" and another officer said that there was a hostile criminal that nedded questioning. When i saw his face come around the corner it felt like a ton of bricks came crashing down into my stomach. He looked at me with disgust, i have no idea why he was the one that made it happen this way.
After questioning i learned that the man that i was with for 3 years, was a real psycho, he had been in mental hospitals and had good control for a while but then relapsed. The police, when conducted a further investigation, had found out that the women he was with that night i caught him, he was murdered. She had seen me and yelled at him as did i because she thought he was single. He admitted to killing her out of self defense. Which did not hold its own in court. i sat there and listened to the judge, watching his gavel, then the verdict came... life in prisn with no chance of paroll. I was free from there on out. i did not worry about him comming in and killing me all because of some stupid relationship that hopefull i never make again.
i walked out free. No longer did i worry about him. I knew he was going to be put away for a long time. I had no more fear...
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