The Darkest Night With The Devil In Disguise.

Was this the day? Am I going to be another statistic on the news of a girl dying by the hands of her abusive boyfriend?

It was actually a decent day that day, no fighting, not being criticized, just normal for once. I needed normal for once it seemed everyday was always something, so to be able just to hang out and everything be okay was an awesome feeling.

It was a nice summer day and there we were just hanging outside listening to music, playing with his nephew, and enjoying his mother’s company. We finally were fine for once. I was dancing with his little nephew and catching froggies as he would call them. Just a normal summer day as I recalled and he was finally in a good mood. His mother left to go home as the sun started to set, his sister and nephew were living there at the time so they stayed.

My sons were in Florida at the time I was waiting for their FaceTime call. They finally called and we talked for awhile. When we hung up I looked over at him sensing something wrong, so I asked him what was the matter. I should of known not to ask that question because he could flip from being normal to the devil in a blink of an eye.

There he proceeded to pin me down on the bed while he choked me, I frantically tried getting his hands away from my neck. They were so tight and strong I couldn’t do anything. His sister opened up the door because she heard the noises while yelling what are you doing? Get off of her! He turned to her now pinning her up and choking her against the wall.

What would any normal person do run for it while he was preoccupied or put the attention back on yourself? Well I am not the type to stand by and let someone else get hurt, so I put the attention back on myself. Her son woke up by that time and she had him in her arms, screaming for me to hurry as she stood by the front door. I thought I had lost him as I was running around to different parts of the house. While I tried to reach her at the front door he stopped in the middle of us. Turning to his sister and busting her lip open as she held his own nephew in her hands.

No not her I thought as I jumped on his back to put the focus on me once again. I yelled out Go, Get out of here! You guys get somewhere safe don’t worry about me! I could see her hesitation at first as I was being dragged by my hair on the floor but her son needed to be out of there and both of them safe. I was punched, kicked, and threw around like a rag doll which seemed like forever. I would get away and run around to try and hide. I of course avoided the gun room I didn’t need that to pop in his head at the time. I ran around the dining room table and boom he just jumped up on it like Spider-Man where he was right in front of me, with the most evil look.

After a few more hits and feeling helpless I got away once again. I don’t know how I did but I had finally lost him. I was hiding in a room I could hear him yelling out my name, my heart beating faster then ever, & panicking about what I was going to do. I see a window, thank goodness. So I opened it as I could hear him getting closer, I couldn’t get the screen open, shit what now? He was closer I could hear panicking I just ripped the screen open and jumped out.

Finally I’m free I thought as I tried to get back up on my feet to run, but that didn’t last long as he somehow was right behind me tackling me to the ground before I even had a chance. How did he manage to get there so quickly I still ponder on that. He drug me by my hair back towards the window I had just jumped out of while shoving and punching me back into it. This is it, I said to myself I am going to be on the news tomorrow. My sons will grow up without their mother because a narcissistic sociopath is going to take my life and I can’t stop him.

It seemed like hours being in that house, the torture, the pain, and the fear were all unbearable. I don’t know how I managed to get away once again but when I did I made a run for it. Finally I reached the front door and opened it. I’m free I just got to make it too his sister, but as soon as I opened that front door, I was shoved so hard that it felt like I had just hit a car. My neck went back as my body flew forward, my chin hit the porch, and then my head. I must have blacked out for the moment because next thing I know I’m laying face down, not moving, while he kicked me in my ribs telling me to wake up stupid bitch. I laid there for a second trying to process the situation, then I heard his sister yell from the inside of her car to please get up and get in the car.

I forced myself up and ran as fast as I could. I made it as I slammed the car door and locked it, there he was banging on the window. He was trying to get in, she had already been on the phone with the cops, so I honestly don’t really know how much time I had spent in his hell but it seemed never ending. He screamed something and went inside the house, my thought was he was going to get a gun. He’s going to shoot me, as I raised my concern to her, I was about to open the car door. If he comes back out with a gun then drive off, I told his sister. She told me not to open the door but I was not going to let that little boy get hurt or her again. She’s screaming for the cops to hurry up and what was taking so long. He comes back out and I’m ready to open up the door if I see a gun, but he didn’t have gun. He had a belt or something in his hands so I let go of the door handle.

I finally heard the sirens coming down the dirt road while he screamed at me he will show me. He left off into the dark woods and the cops pulled in. The relief I felt was the best feeling ever. I was finally safe and I wasn’t going to be on the news tomorrow. I could finally breathe all though I was still panicky and in shock. They eventually found him, I guess he tried killing himself with a belt and they took him to the hospital. Great trick I thought to myself anything to avoid jail right? The cops took pictures, took statements, and everything they are supposed to do. I went to the hospital to get checked out. I obviously had bruises all over, scratches, scrapes, a busted chin, and a broken front too. So they did cat scans and X-rays. My X-ray showed I had some fractured ribs and had internal bruising but my cat scan came back normal thank goodness.

I got to go home that night thanking God for letting me survive and not letting me be another statistic. I was sore for awhile and I didn’t FaceTime my kids until my face was better. He ended up avoiding jail by going to a mental hospital and getting put on medication. The times before obviously had changed me but that night had the greatest impact on who I am today. That night will forever haunt me and make me realize I am lucky to be alive at the same time.

I am stronger, braver, and more fiercely than I would of ever realized. I have fought battles others would never know because I hold the scars inside. Do not ever judge me because you could not walk a mile in my shoes. I am a survivor, I am a warrior, I am me!

I Might Be A Little Chaotic But At Least I’m Delightful

Well I am 27 year old, sarcastic, stubborn, & feisty woman. I have two sons ages 11 and 7, who are complete opposites and they are my world. I have decided to start blogging, I have no idea if I will be good at it but it’s worth a try. In my 27 years of life I’ve honestly had more then my fair shares of chaos. I have always said there was a dark cloud that follows me around. I decided to write about experiences I have suffered to reach out to those who maybe have experienced the same thing or are silently suffering. My goal is to let others know they are not alone and can reach out to me about anything, because I have most likely been through a similar situation and if I haven’t then I’m always here to talk. I have suffered mental, emotional, & domestic abuse. I’ve dealt with narcissists, sociopaths, & pathological liars. So obviously I’ve also dealt with my fair share of mental health issues & anxiety, along with autoimmune diseases that are chronic. Like I said a dark cloud follows me. Through all of the things I have been through I have survived even surviving a suicide attempt which I honestly shouldn’t have, but I’m glad I did. So I’m hoping I am here for a reason, even if it is just impacting one persons life by reaching out. I will not let my past define me or my happiness. I might be empathetic but I am done being other people’s stepping stone. If you are a survivor or silently suffering please reach out whenever you need to. I’m always available most of the time & will get back as soon as I can if you do reach out, there is no judgement here. Don’t forget to hit That subscribe and follow button.

Much Love❤️

-Delightfully Chaotic 💋