Domestic Violence Story Chapter Two
Author: Adrienne DeVita

Domestic Violence Story - Chapter Two

Things seemed to calm down, and he even "allowed" my friends to
come over to our place for the first time in the 6 months we had
been living together. I wanted things to go so well, I worked
very hard to get the food and drinks ready and cleaned
diligently.

My boyfriend was a recovering alcoholic and was clean and sober
for 7 years. When my friends arrived, I served the drinks. He
said he didn't want one, but I said it was okay for him to have
just one. I didn't want him to feel awkward or left out.

Okay, you get it, right? That's where I messed up. And having
no previous knowledge of what a serious alcoholic was about and
thought having a couple drinks wouldn't be such a big deal, I
certainly learned my lesson.

(It took 3 days for my eye to open just to see if I was blind
from the injury. There was cornea damage, the thank The Lord, I
still had my sight.)

I served everyone drink after drink that night, and everyone,
including my boyfriend, had a fantastic time!

When everyone was walking out the door was left open, and I
noticed my dog, Pebbles, got out. We lived right on a main road,
and I was frantic and asked him to get Pebbles right away. I
can't recall what his reply was, but he didn't go outside to
look, so I said it again, "Pebbles got out, we need to get her
now!"

I was cleaning all the beer bottles up all over the coffee
table, and I was standing right next to the couch. All I
remember is being thrown into the couch on my back and held
down. His knee was pushed down on my chest and one of his hands
was squeezing my arm. I couldn't move at all.

Then it began. What seemed to last hours probably only lasted a
solid 60 seconds and about 20 or more punches. I will never
forget one punch, it sent my eyeball crashing right into my
head! It hurt so badly, I thought my eye was gone. I felt my eye
being shoved so hard into my brain it was brutal.

(This was taken more than 2 weeks after the incident.)

But he didn't stop. I weighed 115 pounds and was 5' 6" tall.
Hardly a match for a guy, even though he was shorter than I was.


The punches to my face, neck and chest continued. I remember
saying "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm
sorry. Please. I love you."

Then he stopped suddenly! He took a beer bottle and broke it
over his head. (A sudden rush of guilt came to his mind? Who
knows!)

No time for making up or worrying about HIS head, I ran as fast
as I could out of the apartment!

I ran to the convenience store area which was in our parking
lot. Apparently the store owner saw me bleeding and yelling for
help and called 911.

At just that moment, all of my friends came back and looked at
me like they saw a ghost. Only about 15 minutes passed by since
they left. It turns out they took my dog, Pebbles, as a joke. It
didn't turn out to be so funny though. But she was okay, so I
was VERY relieved about that! She was my pride and joy! If you
seriously want unconditional love, animals don't let you down!
:o) So I won't let them down, that's for sure.

My Pebbles...I got her when she was 5 weeks old. She fit in the
palm of my hand. We were together for 17 years, some of the best
years of my life. I was very blessed to have her love in my
life.

Please See Domestic Violence Story Chapter 3


About The Author: Sharing my personal domestic violence abuse
stories with women and children is something I do to make a
difference in the world. I pray that my web site,
http://www.domesticviolencenomore.com, will help save many lives
so they do not repeat the mistakes I have made. God Bless,
Adrienne DeVita