Crashing Hard

What Now ~20

Trigger warning this book does contain event, words, and thoughts that can be triggering. It also has sexual events and talked about r*pe and su**idal events.
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"Jong"

"Yes"

"What do I do? Should I call the ambulance or should I just leave?"

"Call an ambulance, pack your stuff, and come home."

"Is he dead?"

"I don't know I wasn't watching to see if any of those needles were even full. Just do what I told you to do the police will come and ask you questions, tell them the truth...The whole truth Iliza not some made up half truth the only thing you need to lie about is that the twins are yours."

"Okay okay."

Click

I dialed 911 and explained the situation. Shortly after the police was here and the ambulance was taking him away.

"Ma'am"

What do I do now. This is just too much. Don't cry he doesn't deserve your tears. Don't cry. Don't cry. Is he dead.

"Ma'am."

My head snapped to the officer talking to me.

"Yes"

"We are going to have to ask you a few questions. Are you okay with that?"

"Umm can I go sit down?"

"Yes come sit outside."

"I-is he dead?"

"Try not to think about that. I know it must be hard to have seen him like that."

"No.. No it wasn't hard at all."

"Excuse me ma'am"

"You don't know what it's been like to live with someone who beat, raped, used, and tried to kill you multiple times. Someone who let their friends feel all up on you and didn't care when you cried for help. You don't understand at all. He killed my baby! He killed my baby. My poor baby never even got to live a life. My son is scared and I...I just want to leave and go with my son."

The officer was silent. He didn't know at all so why would he even make a comment like that. I feel like I'm losing myself. I just want to go hug my baby boy and get these girls out of here.

"I just want to know if he's dead and I want to take my girls and leave. I already have a place to stay and I'm not coming back this time. If he isn't dead I want to file charges, get a divorce or restraining order against him, and I never want to have to deal with him again."

"Do you have proof that he did those things?"

"I have plenty that's why I came back here. He was crazy and I knew if I didn't do something I would spend the rest of my life running from him."

"What do you mean "if I didn't do something" are you implying that you gave him the drugs?"

"I didn't give him anything I don't even do stuff or like being around them. I came back to get proof and to get him to leave me alone maybe get a divorce. He was abusive but I would never kill him or even harm him."

"Okay ma'am. Can you start from the beginning of the day so I can understand what all happened here."

My goodness just let me leave. I feel like I said too much, but it all just keeps spilling out of me. All this hurt just won't stop.