Trust Issues

Ch.1

My names Stacy Marbourgh. I'm 20 years old, a college student currently enrolled in my 3rd year and I'm sitting currently outside the office of a detective. I didn't do anything, but I did witness a murder right in front of me, done by my own boyfriend. I've dated boys who have cheated on me in the past, but murdering someone? This was a whole other level of messed up. I'm still not one hundred percent sure why he did what he did and I have no idea if I'll truly figure it out completely.

The next thing you know, I lift my head up and there he was, walking right past me right into the questioning room. Has he walked by me, his hand slightly graced over mine and I flinched. Max shot me a look of confusion has he walked in. Then the detective asked for me to come in. I read her name tag and it read Abigail Diaz.

She started off by asking about me and Max's relationship, which if I'm being honest has always been very rocky. So I started telling her from when we first met leading up to the obvious reason why both me and Max were in the police station.

Me and Max met when we were in high school. Started off has friends our freshman year. He was a really sweet and genuine guy, then junior year came and he asked me to homecoming. I never looked at him as more than a friend until at that very moment. I never truly knew how his feelings were for me.

So we went to homecoming together and that night he asked me to be his girlfriend, obviously having liked him back I said yes. He did and said a lot of things that raised red flags for me, but I was too oblivious to them, that I never noticed.

Detective Diaz stopped me and asked, "What red flags? What was he doing?" I didn't answer for a minute and then chose to finally respond, "He would hit me if I didn't always agree with his choices. It was like the second I said yes to being his girlfriend he became this whole other person." She looked at me with a concerned look on her face and then after a minute asked, "Did he ever do anything else to you?"

Should I even answer? I can't lie, not to a detective at least. Then I said, "Yes, he did. He...uhh...(I had to take a breath because what I was about to tell her was something I hadn't told a single soul) he raped me."