Til' The End (Revising)

Chapter 8

Aniyah

"I don't play when it comes down to this 1, officers. Ok?" My mama says pointing at me while speaking with the police. We were now at my house after I was officially released from the hospital and then out of the blue, I get a surprised visit from the feds, questioning me about Michael.

I basically informed them about our relationship and they wanted to know if I was aware of Michael's lifestyle. Of course I played along pretending as if I didn't know and all of the info was new to me just so I won't be put in the spot of being an informant. I know that I could snitch on Michael and get him locked up just to get him back for causing me pain, but one thing I'm not is a snitch. The only thing I'm worrying about is not having to deal with him anymore.

"Ms. Smith. Do you believe there was some sort of...trigger as to why this physical abuse began?" A woman officer, goes by the name Hernandez, asks me.

I frozed as I thought to myself. To tell the truth, I have no clue why Michael became so dark. "I'm not so sure." I answered her, deeply in thought.

"Has he always been abusive?" The detective, Crow Grayson, questions me.

I shook my head. "No, he wasn't. He was my high school sweetheart, he never was so violent like this before," I said thinking back to our high-school days. "He was the star player on the basketball team, good grades, never really got into alot of trouble. An overall good kid. He even gotten a full ride scholarship to FSU and played with them. I instead got accepted into UM and he wasn't too pleased with my pick, didn't want me to be far away from him. He has an separation anxiety disorder."

I noticed the detective was writing all that I said on that notepad of his. "Did he ever get any treatment for it?" Officer Shellaberger asks me. It took me a while to pronounce his name but after a few trys, I finally got it right.

"Yes, sir. He has but I believe it was only making him worse. Everything was turning bad, especially when his mother turned to drugs." That's when it all start to click.

"Elaborate," the detective says giving me his attention.

"His mother was the closest person in his life. They were like best friends. Until one day, she got a dose of crack and became a slave to it ever since. She abandoned Michael, instantly making his disorder worsen. That's when and how I became victim to his trauma." A tear escapes from my eyes, rewinding back to those awful days. The days that turned my life around for the worst. The days I wish I could erase.

My mother came walking towards me and embraces me in a hug. "It's OK, baby."

"It's a shame to hear such a thing," Officer Hernandez says sadly. "It tears my heart." She surprisingly has such a kind heart for a law enforcement, I respect that.

"Alright, Ms. Smith. Based on what we got here, I want to inform you that he is a wanted criminal. Has been for a while now. Do you have any knowledge about this?" Detective Grayson informs me.

I furrowed my eyebrows looking up at him while still in my mother's arms. "Really? I had no clue." I truly wasn't lying about this. I really didn't know he was already wanted.

"Yes ma'am. So this is up to you, do you want to put out a restraining order against him?"

I looked over to my mother as she nods at me. He popped up in my house unannounced once and knowing Michael, he certainly could do it again if he chooses to. So in order for me to have some sort of safety, why not? "Yes." I simply answered while wiping away my drops of tears.

Detective Grayson nods over to Officer Shellaberger as he writes it down. "Alright, your request has been recorded," Officer Shellaberger says. "We will contact you in a few days for further steps you'll have to complete to successfully file the order."