"I am going with you," I said. The officer looked at me, "Ma'am, wait, we can't allow you to do that. We need your statement before anything else," the officer said as he got up. I shook my head in agreement. "Come this way," he added. He led me to a small room and shut the door. "We need every single detail so that we can help you correctly," exclaimed the officer. I shook my head in agreement, "okay," I wept.
"Just start from the beginning for me. What started all of this?" he asked with concern. "What is his name?" he added. I wiped the tears away from my face, "his name is Joey Black. Our relationship has been fine. Joey had never hit me or much less said anything that would be mentally abusive. At least not until now," I groaned. "I don't understand," I added. "Does Joey drin
