💔MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE STORY💔

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On June 16, 2018 at 3 AM I was woken up By my boyfriend Steven R. who was sitting on top of me hitting me, beating me, he had my phone in his hand questioning me why I had added friends on my social media and why I had not told him about this. He mainly mentioned one person a guy named Mario S who he had no longer been friends with since 2012 due to a female. (two weeks prior to this incident me and Steven Ramirez had taken a break, a two week break to be exact. During that break I did add a couple friends on my social media Snapchat account). The beating took over an hour. Constantly punching my face, my head , my back, my rib area and anywhere he could with a closed fist as hard as he could, constantly choking me, slapping me on my face and butt over and over as hard as he could, dragging me around my apartment by my hair, by my arms and any way he could. I begged for him to stop but he wouldn’t. I apologized but he only hurt me more. Nothing that I could say would make him stop. (I also said I’d see my family for fathers day the next day and they would know he was the one who was with me that night, especially because people saw us on social media at a night club that night) He sat on top of me & would not allow me to move or get away, as I tried to scream for help he would choke me and covered my nose & mouth where I couldn’t breathe and then he told me that I would be sorry if I continued to scream. I feared for my life. I tried to run towards the front door to try to run out of the apartment, but he followed me and push me into a kitchen corner, I open a kitchen drawer and grabbed a knife to try to protect myself. He held my arm against the corner where he had pinned me & would not let me go, I pleaded for him to leave, he asked me to drop the kitchen knife and he agreed to grab his belongings and leave. (We did live together at the time).

As I dropped the kitchen knife I ran towards the restroom and locked myself in there. I barricaded myself in there in hopes that he would leave. I could only hear him walking around the apartment. Then he kicked in the restroom door and continue to beat me. I was bleeding all over the apartment, my face was swollen, I could no longer see clearly, but a blur. I was dizzy, out of energy. There was no more strength within me. At one point I felt as if I was going to die, I could no longer try to wrestle with him nor try to push him off of me, I could no longer fight for my life. Only then, I prayed and prayed and prayed. I prayed that he would stop, I prayed that I would survive to see my children again. All I could think of was of my two kids. He called me many names such as whore, slut, bitch, among so many others. Each time I told him the truth about my loyalty and faithfulness to him he would strike me again and again. At one point I realize that he wanted me to say what he wanted to hear in order for him to stop beating me. He wanted me to agree that I was an unfaithful woman to him, which I wasn’t. Each time I swore to him that I was faithful he beat me harder. At one point I begun to agree to all his fabricated stories about me and I realized he would stop hurting me and he even said to me, “see your learning now”, if agreeing to his fabricated stories we’re going to save my life, then I would agree to all of it. As I tried to get off the ground he would tell me to stay down because I would be sorry if I stood up, he stood over me threatening to beat me some more so I just obeyed and laid on the ground, completely naked. Before he left he whispered in my ear, “ if you go to the cops and say my name you’ll be sorry, I will have your kids and you and their father killed, I know where they live, work and go to school, I won’t even need to dirty my hands because I have people who will gladly do it for me”, he then kissed my cheek and said “I hope you remember me each time you see your face in the mirror, you just lost a best friend”. Minutes later as I heard the front door shut I remained on the ground very hurt, I cried, I had so much pain, I crawled to ensure he was gone, I lock the door, looked for my cell phone but I couldn’t find it anywhere. I had no form of communication. (He was the last person to have my phone, I assumed he took it so I wouldn’t call for help) I noticed he had thrown my sofas all over the living room, he had thrown my laundry all over my room, (seemed to me that he was staging something before he left) at this point I got dressed as quickly as I could and even though I feared for my life I walked carefully to my car and went to seek help. His request was for me to stay in that apartment and not tell anyone, maybe in hopes that I’d die and no one ever know my story. I ended up in the hospital with many bumps and bruises and a horrible concussion that caused such bad side effects, till this day I am recovering. (I had to replace my phone of course since I had no idea what he had done to my other phone) June 17th, 2018 at 10:45pm he dialed my number, maybe he was checking to see if I was still alive, maybe he wanted to threaten me again, regardless his motives, I didn’t answer. June 20th, 2018 he was finally arrested, and out on bail June 23, 2018. Were awaiting trial and justice on this matter, all because he falsely accused me of being unfaithful to him and accepting friend requests on social media. No one should ever be tortured this way!

Please don’t ever let anyone put their hands on you this way.

The CDC analyzed the murders of women in 18 states from 2003 to 2014, finding a total of 10,018 deaths. Of those, 55 percent were intimate partner violence-related, meaning they occurred at the hands of a former or current partner. In 93 percent of those cases, the culprit was a current or former romantic partner.

💔MY DOMESTIC VIOLENCE STORY💔

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