Don't call me Carlene

How did I end up this way?

"HANDS UP! OUT OF THE CAR!"

fuck. I knew this would happen eventually. I knew I couldn't run forever. This is it, my life is over. I step out of the car with my hands up. They have their guns drawn. You really fucked up this time idiot. One of the 10 cops steps forward and handcuffs me and put me in the back of the car. There's no getting out of this, I'm for sure going to jail. For god sake I still have his blood on me! Once we get down to the police station 2 cops escort me a dull investigation room. its not like the ones in the TV shows. its just a table with 2 chairs in a white room with a one way window. a man comes in and sits across from me. he looks at me for a minute. "Carlene" " Don't call me Carlene!" I snap. "sorry officer, I go by Rusty." "okay... Rusty." he says with hesitation. "we know what happened."  I doubt it. "Whatever that lying bastard told you was a lie." "Well ms. Reston, If you know what he said to me then tell me. What did he Say?" he says with a snark attitude. I just sit there in silence. "I had to...it was self defense." " I didn't mean to do that much. I just meant to get him off me. He was going to kill me." I say tearing up. "Rusty, tell me what all happened." "I hope you know he's been beating me since my mom died when i was 7 because to him it was myself. I'm 15 now, that's 8 years of beatings, bruises, broken bones, and scars." "Tonight he was more drunk than usual. he came home and barged into my room with his belt.he started hitting be with it. 26 lashes before he drug me to the stairs and threw me down them. he drug me to the kitchen. he hit me and knocked me out for i don't know how long. when i came to he was coming towards me with a knife." i pause because i start crying. "then what?" " I managed to grab his ankle and trip him. I grabbed the knife but he got up and pinned me down. i managed to bite his arm and he recoiled that arm. I took the knife and stabbed his shoulder, pushed him off and ran." "If he's been abusing you we need proof." I take off me jacket and show him my arms now covered in bruises,cuts, and what i believe is both mine and his blood. The cops face looks shocked. Ha wait till you see my back. I turn around and pull up the back of my now bloody shirt. My back is horrific. there's not one piece of skin on my back that's not been cut by the belt.he stars in shock for a moment and stands up. "come with me Rusty." he sits me in the waiting cell while he calls the hospital to "prepare for a High Risk patient"

Its terrifying that you life can change forever within a matter of hours. How did I even end up like this anyway?