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I backed up to the wall. I was scared; Brian was dangerous. I hadn't seen him in months. I moved and changed my phone number to get away from him. True, I had only moved a county away, but I had thought that would be far enough to get away from my ex. He was just an average guy, well, an average guy that liked to smack his women around.
"What are you doing here Brian? I have a restraining order, remember?"
"A piece of paper doesn't make a difference to me. As long as I want you, you're mine. You think you could just move away and that'd be it?"
"That piece of paper says you're breaking the law. And I'm not yours now, and I don't think I ever really was."
"You don't mean that. You know you still want me, you're just playing another one of your stupid little games."
The funny thing was, I didn't want him, not at all. I don't like men that hit women, and I told myself I would never let any man hit me. With that said, maybe I could understand one slap under extreme circumstances, but after the second hit it was over. He just really was that dense. He belonged in a lockup, or at least in therapy.
Brian started walking closer; I started inching toward my room and the phone in there. He watched my movement and chuckled. Brian rushed forward and grabbed me by the arms.
"Where do you think you're going Bitch?"
"Let go of me!"
He started laughing. I attempted to knee him in the balls, but he anticipated the movement. The fact that I tried seemed to really piss him off. He slapped me hard across the cheek. I could taste a hint of blood on my lip. He grabbed me and threw me across the room. A chair broke my fall. It felt like a few of my ribs would be bruised, but luckily I landed near my room. I rushed inside and locked the door. I was definitely glad I invested in a newer set of locks for the house when I moved in. Brian had made me paranoid, and for good reason.
I wedged the back of a chair under the doorknob to buy me more time. I rushed over to the phone and picked it up, but there was no dial tone. He must've cut the lines. I searched the room. Was my cell phone in here? My eyes landed on my cell phone charger. Sure enough, my phone was plugged into it. I never thought I'd be so happy to have to charge my phone.
I dialed 911 while the banging on my door continued. I could hear Brian yelling, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My ex-boyfriend broke into my house. He's been... beating me. I locked myself in my room, but he's trying to get in." I tried to speak clearly past the panic.
"Ma'am, what is your address?"
"5986 Cedar Road, I live in Airendale."
I watched the door as it began to buckle under his weight. I could tell the door would give away soon.
"Please hurry. He's going to get in soon. He'll be very mad."
"Officers have already been dispatched. What is your name ma'am?"
"My name is Rileigh, Rileigh Daniels."
"And what is your ex-boyfriend's name?"
"His name is Brian Williams," I responded hurriedly. I was wondering if I could make it out the window. There was shrubbery on this side of the house. A few scratches would be better than a few broken bones.
I was braced to jump out of the window with my cell phone when I was yanked from behind. My phone went skittering across the room as I feel to the floor.
"Get away from me, Brian! Now!"
"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch!"
He kicked me in the ribs just as I heard sirens approaching. His eyes went wide, but I knew he'd get caught red handed this time. I just had to make it a few more minutes, and help would be here. He roared and pulled me to my feet. His grip on my arms was bruising. I screamed and started kicking. The next thing I knew I was flying into the wall.
When I looked up, I saw two policemen running into my house. They restrained Brian and handcuffed him. It only took them a couple minutes to have him locked up in the back of one of their cruisers. One of the officers came over to me and helped me to my feet.
"Miss Daniels?" he asked.
"Yes. Thank you so much." I was fighting back tears. I hated Brian, but what I hated even more was feeling defenseless. Normally, I liked to think of myself as a strong, independent female; right now I just didn't feel that way. Right now I could still remember the taste of fear.
"C'mon, let's take you out to the ambulance to get you checked out."
The officer did as he said and took me over to the paramedics. It felt almost as if I were in a daze. The paramedics were fussing around me, wiping the blood from my lip and inspecting my ribs. There was a small gash on my arm that they wrapped some bandages around, but I wouldn't need any stitches. They were worried that I might have a concussion, but I refused to go to the hospital. I just wanted to get this all over with.
There had been one other officer outside. All of them seemed to be very nice, and had zero tolerance for the antics of an abuse ex. The officer who had helped me earlier, Officer Calhoun, stayed near me almost the whole time. He was a very nice older gentleman and he looked like the fatherly type.
"Well Darlin', if you won't go to the hospital, you should come back to the station with us and give us a statement," he said.
"Okay," I agreed feebly. I was in no mood to argue.
I rode in the passenger seat in the cruiser with Officer Calhoun. The other cruiser followed behind us. It was a quiet ride, at least for us. We arrived at the Allen County Sheriff's department before too long.
The other cruiser drove to another part of the station; I'm guessing the part that held a cell for Brian. Meanwhile, Officer Calhoun took me inside and sat me in a chair next to his desk. I looked around the station. I had never been here before. There were a few other officers walking around or sitting at desks. I returned my attention to Officer Calhoun and tried to focus on what he was saying.
"...need you to give a statement about the incident at your house earlier."
