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He swore up and down that he saw another guy’s name in my text messages. I knew he hadn’t because I had deleted all of my text prior to arriving at his home. I did that because I knew how angry he would get if he knew I was texting another guy. Even if it was a casual conversation. He had snapped my flip phone in half new years day because he suspected me of talking to other guys.

When I felt his hand come across my face, I thought, this is it. I have to leave him now. He’d thrown me around a few times before. By my neck, threw me against doors. 3 separate times before, he would just shake me and throw me around. Never did he use his hands like this.

It was either the open hand smack to the face or the knot on my head that I couldn’t hide from my mom to make me realize- I didn't love him anymore.

He saw the knot on my head as I picked myself up off of the paved walk way. He went to grab me while apologizing and calling me baby. Scared, I started started screaming. His dad was inside of the house, so he started to yell at me to shut up.

I called my best friend. She told me to meet her at her house. As soon as she saw me, she said she was calling my mom. She had seen him push me around before.

My mom called the police on her way. They took pictures and went to Kevin’s to arrest him. He spent maybe an hour in jail before his father bailed him out.

I was always nervous of seeing him at court. I never had any idea what was going on.

“They’re going to ask you why you stayed with him.” I don’t even remember who she was. My court appointed “advocate.” The Madison County court threw two women on my case. They were supposed to help me. Somehow my evidence wasn’t brought up in court. I had a video, voicemail, pictures, and texts shedding light on how I was being treated. And the courts main concern was- why would you stay with him.

I thought he’d change. I thought I could help him. Good thing I didn’t try for too much long. Who knows what he could have done to me.

Instead, he got three days in jail, probation time, had to pay my emergency room bill, and had to see a psychiatrist. Ha. Over time, his record has shown less and less of our case. Daddy knows the city.

His family knew the city. The city knew his family. The prosecutor knew how weak I was and convinced me to not go ahead with the trail. During a small court break in a private room, I was thrown a few scenarios by the prosecutor, who was manipulating me to not go ahead with the trail. He was in favor of Kevin getting a lesser sentence. My mom wanting justice for her little girl, tried to push me to go ahead with the trial. I was so done. I didn’t listen to her.

I wish I would have listened to her after our protection order went out a year later. I went to a campus party. 45 minutes from our hometown. A block away from the place I was living at at the time. There was someone there that knew Kevin’s roommate. He thought he knew all the details about the situation. He called me names and told me I was a liar. Then him and his friends started a chant. Another party, Kevin was there with his roommate. Of course they were running their mouth. The same roommate that watch Kevin throw me around. He called me a liar, too.

I tried to go back to the court and get the protection order put back in place. They didn’t even take it seriously. I was told there was nothing I could do.

They say that I loved you.