Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]
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				Title: <strong>Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 02:47:04</strong>
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				Sarah Wilkinson tried her best not to break down and cry in front of Erik. If she did that, he would only enjoy the moment and go further in hurting her feelings. She could not believe there were people out there who took pleasure in breaking down someone's spirit. Never had she even thought to find herself in a relationship with one and yet here she was. Two years of her life spent with Erik who had abused and twisted her feelings for him into something she could no longer comprehend. At times, she wondered what might have happened if she never went on the stupid date with Erik leading her into his bedroom and pleasing her to no end. Maybe it had been her own caring and open nature which made her a target to be taken when Erik met her but now she could no longer do anything about it.<br><br>Sure, she spent her night crying herself to sleep while Erik was off doing his own thing but warned her to stay in the apartment if she did not want another beat down. Loads of money spent on make up to hide the evidence of the abuse when he managed to hurt her in places where clothing could not hide the pain. Even hours in the emergency room getting cuts stitched up, bones set back into place, x-rays and medication pillows to see where her pain was and help assauge it for a bit. Never had she revealed to the nurses and doctors who had done this to her. She feared retaliation from Erik if and when he was released on bond from jail. Heck, she could not even call her friends and family for assistance for the anticipation of Erik finding out and causing harm to her most dearest friends. He shut her off from the world and kept her in a twisted fantasy of his making. No. Not all of his fault because she was fool in love to be in love with this monster and let him continue these horrible acts to her.<br><br>Even now as he was screaming at how she was stupid for leaving the keys in the car, she tried her best to console his anger. "I am so sorry, baby, I did not mean to do it," she whispered, trying to keep her voice low so as not to anger him if he thought she was giving him lip. Where had the old Sarah gone? She used to be vibrant, bubbly and outgoing. Now she was dead inside, weak and timid. Even hearing Erik's voice no longer used to make her smile, now when he talked, it brought dread and fear to her form. How she wished she could go back to the first few months of their relationship before he turned on her and their relationship. Erik used to be sweet and kind to her but something happened to change his demeanor and whatever it was, she cursed it for ruining her life.<br><br>Erik got into her personal space as if he cared about those things and started to shout that she was a good for nothing whore. "You are an idiot! A complete and absolute stupid bitch if you cannot remember not to leave the fucking keys in the car! How the fuck are we going to get home? Magically going to open on its own, Sarah! Fuck, can you not do anything right in your fucking life!," he screamed into her face, a vein in his forehead throbbing over and over. When the vein came out in his forehead, she knew whatever she had to say was worthless. When her words were useless to him, then came the next weapon in his arsenal to break her down. His hands.<br><br>Crack! She had readied herself for the blow but she had not concluded he would use a closed fist to strike at her jaw. Sarah's teeth rattled in her mouth and she tasted blood, guessing she must have bitten down on her inner cheek. Spitting out the blood, she could not hold back the cry of pain from Erik. Her cry of pain was hoarse as it was cut short by a kick to her side by Erik's foot. He was really angry at her to go further with the physical abuse, usually a slap to the face or a pinch of her skin was enough for him. "Please, stop," she cried out as she tried to find shelter against the car to keep her from falling down again. At this moment, she wished for a miracle to stop Erik from his parade of kicking and cursing at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 19:14:12</strong>
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				A new man in a city that was actually completely new to him. David had complete police school a few years back, now finally having being reassigned to a larger city. Formerly he had been assigned to a small city in the southern states, a quiet and calm community where everybody knew each other, and the worst crime was self made liquor that folks traded in between each other.<br><br>Not necessarily what he had trained for as a riot specialist. Well eventually he had to realize that his anti riot training would be of no use without a psychological component to it. So he signed up for a special training as a police negotiator, mainly focused on more simple hostage situations until he would have gathered some experience in this matter.<br><br>But it was still a few years before he would be send out on duty as such a specialist for the police. Right now he was more of a normal police man, getting to know the "hood", as one of his younger black co workers called it.<br><br>Having taken a stroll around the city in his free time he passed by a car lot where some guy was yelling at a girl in a pretty rude manner. It seemed she had slammed the car door shut with the keys inside. Well, anybody would be upset by such a thing, but every problem had a solution to itself.<br><br>As he turned to look over to them he saw the flying fist, and how the girls head swayed from the impact. By the time she was falling against the car, seeming to curl up to protect herself he already was on his way. He swiftly moved over to them, keeping a few meters between himself and the man before he announced his presence.<br><br>"Sir, NYPD, step back and I want to see your hands on the hud, turn your back towards me and spread your legs." *While saying so he called his station on his mobile phone. "David Landry here, id 2365098 - I need a ambulance and a unit on the car lot at the outwards road to Sanville." <br><br>Dropping his phone back int his pocket he slowly kneeled down besides the woman, gently touching her shoulder. "Miss, can you hear me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 04:08:28</strong>
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				Erik continued to kick wanting to show Sarah not to mess around with his feelings. He was sick and tired of hearing her whimpers and her meekness. What happened to her to make her become a whimpering sob? He had no clue where his old Sarah had gone but right now he was angry as hell to see a side of her he disliked. She always seemed to forget things which only made him more upset. He should have known not to let her handle putting the keys in her purse. Should have known better and now look what was happening. He had promised to take her out to the movies after seeing a preview of one of his favorite actors and had brought her along. Been a while since she went out into public but the way she acted, it was a rare thing for him to bring her around anyone.<br><br>Now here he was having to show Sarah what happened when she needed to get a better handle on things. She needed to learn that though she was a stupid and simple-minded female that her naiveness was not going to slide with him. He may love her but there was tough love involved to make sure she knew not to do this sort of mistake again. "I am handling this Sir, she attacked me first," he called out, knowing what to say in situations such as these. Most of the time, Sarah was there to back him up on it and the cop or civilian went on their way. Such a good female she was and if she handled this situation correctly, the pair might make it to the movies afterall. If not, he could take her back to the house and show her a good time. It had been a while since he brought out the cuffs on her and his baby girl needed to know she was his and only his.<br><br>Sarah spat on the ground a few more times, trying to get as much of the blood out of her mouth as possible. Erik must have knocked out the back of her wisdom teeth because this could not simply be a cut from biting on her inner cheek. Glancing up, she gasped at the sight of a uniformed officer, knowing she would have to play this off as her being the first one to throw the punch. She hated the look in the eyes of those who were trying to help and realized that she was protecting her abusive boyfriend. This time, she had not expected the officer to kneel down when Erik was watching the exchange. Erik might think she was flirting with the officer or even assume the officer was going to coerce her into talking. If Erik assumed anything worse of her then he would make it worse for her when the two got back to their house. She prayed he would not start in on her the second she walked through their apartment door with him. All she needed was a few minutes to get ready for his hits and if she helped Erik out with the office, maybe he might leave her alone for a while.<br><br>However, when the officer asked if she could hear him Sarah was stumped for an answer. Most of the time she lied and let the officer know she was completely fine that she had thrown the first punch or had simply fallen and hit herself on the side of the car. This time, the quick response was not on her tongue let alone forming in her head. What she said next she wondered if she would regret this and end up six feet under: "Help me." God only knew why she said that to him beneath her breath as she looked to him with pain in her green eyes. Maybe she wanted to be hurt again by Erik because she made this foolish mistake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 12:00:20</strong>
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				He had seen the beating from the second the man hat hit the woman for the first time, leaving no doubt she hadn't`t started the violence. Besides he lacked the signature of a hand on his face, which usually was a woman's opening, or rather the expression of being mad. It was impossible for him to understand why someone would do something like this. He had been called to housefights at his old station. But even the guys were drunk or so, they never dared to touch their girls in such a manner. He went through all his training in his mind, but this needed a quick solution.<br><br>He heard the man speak, his face changing from the friendly smile he had given the woman into a cold, stone like one. Her words adding to the situation, and even more blood being spilled he spun around and got on his feet again. Without hesitation he drew his gun and unlocked it. Index finger curled around the trigger he faced the man and watched him closely.<br><br>"I gave you a order sir, I will no repeat myself another time. And the details will be discussed at the police station. Now show me your hands and turn around, hands on the hood of your car.* He swallowed hard at the situation. Being as young as he was, he had not seen too much yet, and needed to get used to it. One of the older cops that once trained him told him, that it would take many years to become a calm police officer, that was not personally struck by the daily tragedies he had to encounter<br><br>With his eyes focused on the man, and the walkie talkie telling him that ambulance and colleagues would be here soon, he spoke the words that were burned into his brain as if they are a religious prayer that is supposed to form a stairway into a better world.<br><br>"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 04:51:01</strong>
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				Erik growled, turned as the officer instructed and put his hands on the hood of the car. When he made bail, Sarah was in big trouble. She should have played the stupid card but she must be really stupid not to think this through. He struggled not to go over and punch Sarah for it would only make her cry out and cause him to hit her again. God, he could not wait to get her home and show her her fucking place. Her place was at his knees and she would soon learn that once she changed her damn story. "This is a big misunderstanding. A huge fuckin' misunderstanding, Sarah!," he called out. Sarah needed to get her head together. It was merely a smack across her face, nothing was wrong in editing his girlfriend's attitude. <br><br>Taking a few more deep breaths, Sarah tried to prevent an anxiety attack. She was getting more and more of these as she spent more time around Erik. The first time it happened, it passed by before she acknowledged what it was. Now it would take over and make her feel as if her skin was too tight and the lights were too bright. Hearing the officer's voice, she glanced up at him nervous if he might take her in as well. It was her fault Erik was being arrested because she was too stupid to cover for him. "Please, he didn't mean to do it, he is going to kill me for this," she said in a whisper, trying her best to hide the bruise forming on her jaw with the curtain of her hair.<br><br>From the corner of her eye, she could see Erik was angry and even cursing at her. God, she could not believe she told the officer the truth. Even worse, if and when Erik made bail he would be after her family and her. That was something she could not have on her conscious. She was fine with putting up with his abuse but he if tried to harm her parents or her younger brother than her heart would surely break into a million pieces. She looked up to the officer to plead with him to help her out. Sarah had no clue what to do. <br><br>On the one hand, she was starting to show a bit of a backbone. Oh, how she adored the backbone before she met Erik. Before Erik she would not hesitate to do something even if she failed at it. After Erik, she had to ask him if she could even think about wanting to do something. Was she that brainwashed and in love with him? There had to be something wrong with her or maybe something right because being Erik had treated her so good in the beginning. He made her fall in love with him and no matter what he put her through, even now she loved him. Was this how love was supposed to be? Right now this type of love was killing her slowly and she needed to do something about it.<br><br>Erik on the other hand became enraged to see Sasha was not doing anything to help him. "I said she fell, Officer," he argued as turned around from the car to walk towards the two. When he got his hands on his girlfriend again, she was going to regret embarassing him. The two could have had a good time tonight but she had to lie and say he was beating her to the ground. He was merely showing her that if she did not do her work than there were consequences to be had. "Sasha, tell her you fell, come on," he yelled.
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				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>29-03-2009, 17:04:38</strong>
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				HE carefully observed the situation, listening to their words as they spoke. Well basically only the man spoke, not willing to accept the obvious situation he was in now. He had seen that the woman hadn't raised a hand against the man, and he was getting angrier with every action she took to help herself. It looked like a classical case of domestic abuse and violence.<br><br>He could see how she looked up at him, her need for help more then obvious. His eyes focused back onto the man he spoke. "Sir, I have to make you aware of the situation, that if this is a lie it will have a negative effect on a possible court case." Focusing him again and suddenly raising the gun to point at him. "SIR, I did not tell you take your hands off the hood, get them back there or I am forced to use violent force." <br><br>IT always astonished him that people risked so much instead of doing what a police officer told them. But on the other hand, it was mainly the guilty that did so. The next thing he heard was a car pulling into the parking lot, followed by a transporter. The light orgy along&nbsp; the cars told him that his colleagues and the medical team had arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Please, You're Hurting Me [DavidLandry/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 22:09:00</strong>
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				When she saw the cars and medical personnel, Sarah could not be any happier. Her side was killing her from where Erik had kicked her with his shoe. Erik managed to use his steel-toed boots in the right place. Her boyfriend might have cracked another rib. Yes, Erik had broken two of her ribs a year ago and cracked another a few months back on a drinking binge. She should have stayed out of his way but she did not want him drinking and driving back to the house. How foolish she had been to drive him back to their place when he was bitching about women.<br><br>An EMT came forwards asking her if she could stand up from the ground. Sarah could not without coughing up blood. Even now she felt some blood in her mouth and she spat it out. Damn, maybe Erik had hit more than just a rib in her side. When the blood was noticed on the ground, the EMT stooped down to take her vitals and inform her to stay where she was on the ground. <br><br>Erik was not listening even as two other police officers came up to take him by the arms. "Sarah, tell them! You fell and you were drunk!," he called out as he was slammed to the hood of the car to be handcuffed. Erik continued to yell and shout for Sarah to cover for him. Sarah was just shocked and tended to, unable to speak as the EMT stuffed cotton balls in her mouth to soak up the blood.
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				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 17:26:11</strong>
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				He lowered his gun as his colleagues approached. It was fast as they suddenly grabbed the man and forced him down, cuffing him up and with anything but gentle moves he would make his way now to the police car. One officer repeated what he had said already, explaining the rules of the situation to the man.<br><br>As he turned around he saw how the EMT took care of the young lady. It was a scary sight, her clothing and the ground partially covered in the blood she had coughed up. Shaking his head he did what was required, looking through her belongings if there was a Identification, just a name to address her would already be a big win for all of them.<br><br>The EMT looked at David and informed him of how they would proceed. She would be taken to the hospital where they eventually inspect the injuries to determin how severe it really was. He nodded in reply and offered to go along, yet it was unknown how long the man belonging to her would stay in custody. So just in case he then could take over the first watch as it was quite obvious that something needed to be done to help her.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 18:45:18</strong>
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				The cotton balls helped to soak up the blood from where she had bitten down on cheek and tongue. At least it helped her from reversing her story to inform the group she had been drunk and struck her boyfriend in drunken anger. However, once Erik made bail tomorrow, she would be in a world of hurt. Where could she go to without causing the person any trouble? She could not go to her parents and have Erik breaking down the door with a bat and scaring the crap out of her father and mother. Maybe there was a women's battered shelter but it was open to being raided by Erik if he thought to search there first. <br><br>The EMT started to help her towards the gurney the other EMT was grabbing onto with her hands. It hurt like a bitch to get towards the gurney but once she was on it, she was strapped down and given the necessary blood pressure assessment. "She looks to be almost malnourished," one of the EMT's commented as she clicked her tongue. The way she ate, Sarah had been waiting for her heart to give out anytime. One small meal a day she was given along with a bit of water. Sometimes, she sneaked to buy herself a packet of gum to try and get a bit of saliva going in her mouth to use as her own water source to keep her going throughout the day.<br><br>"The way this asshole has been working over on her, I would not be surprised if he has also raped her and torn her insides," the EMT commented to Officer David while shaking his head. He had seen many cases on the job as an ambulance worker to see young females like Sarah beaten and raped by their significant other. Made him sick to his stomach to see men disrespect women in this matter and break down their self-esteem into a small atom. Hopefully, if he could help this female and maybe help the police officer, the boyfriend could go away for a long time for abuse.
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				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>11-04-2009, 12:13:59</strong>
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				He watched how the EMT's did their work, looking around for a brief moment to see if there were any belongings of her laying around. Yet nobody knew the name of this poor woman. He slowly nodded as the EMT spoke to him, watching how she was loaded into the ambulance car. "You think so? I will take care that she gets checked out on that as soon as we are at the hospital." He nodded, looking back once more to her struggling Boyfriend.<br><br>The man was by now being stuffed into the police car, and he was sure that his colleagues took care that he got at least the 24 hour visit to the stations jail. But after that he would be roaming again, and that was a serious problem. He couldn't do anything without evidence, and just him seeing what happened was not enough at all. But maybe, with a bit of luck, he would be able to make her talk, add a solid structure to what the doctors may find.<br><br>With a sight he closed the door of the ambulance behind himself, seated on one side of her inside the back. The EMT was busy on the other side, taking a series of notes, like blood pressure, visible injuries and so on. Taking her hand he spoke with a soft and warm smile. "Do not worry miss, we will find a way to help you, I am sure of that."
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 19:07:19</strong>
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				The EMT's tried their best not to say anything but each were shaking their heads. This female was merely another statistic in the growing number of females who were in abusive and sometimes deadly relationships. It made a few of them wonder how God could be cruel in his ever loving ways. "Yes, I would put it that she is under the limit of her weight class. Poor thing looks like she needs a good buffet of food," the EMT explained, clicking his tongue. He watched as his other buddy placed the female into the back of the ambulance her face strained and looking in pain. <br><br>Heading over to the side of the ambulance to hop in and drive, he let the office deal with this mess. He merely came to pick up the broken pieces while the office was here to put it together and keep it from happening again. Hopefully, both did not have to come back to pick up a dead body but there was a high chance this female would go back to her abuser again and again. Again and again until the son of a bitch murdered her in a heat of rage or anger. Such a shame that females like her thought these assholes were the only people who would truly love them.<br><br>Right now, this female was trying her best not to retch and shake uncontrollably. She could not believe she managed to put Erik away in the squad car. He was going to be angry with her when he got out. He might even beat her until she was black and blue next time. "You cannot help me," she whispered to the office as she tried to pull her hand away from his hold. This officer could not help her. Erik would continue to keep coming back until she did not have the strength to fight anymore and he murdered her. Somehow she knew it was only a matter of time before he killed her.
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				Post by: <strong>DavidLandry</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 18:07:18</strong>
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				He sat down in the back of the EMT truck, stroking the woman's hand gently as the truck began to pull out of the parking lot. This would be a difficult case, but maybe it wasn't too late just yet. She had asked for help, something that didn't happen too often in such relationships, he saw the fire inside her that strived for freedom, to be free again. If he found the means and ways to fuel that fire she could and would be helped against this man.<br><br>But right now they had 24 hours, except if he wasn't a&nbsp; brave boy, then it could be longer, and she needed a hospital, some food, and a good night of sleep. The Doc would probably give her some pill or injection so she could sleep easier then she would without.<br><br>"If I can help you is a decision of the two of us. I am willing, now will you let me?" He asked her with a faint smile, stroking her hand gently to spend a bit of warmth and comfort.
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				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 23:21:08</strong>
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				Sarah did not know what to do anymore. Somehow she broke the cardinal rule when it came to her relationship with Erik. A rule she stuck by to try and get her through the days with him. Her rule was to never speak about her abuse for if she never spoke about it, no one knew how miserable she was with Erik. Over and over she continued to lie to herself about how all of what Erik did to her was abuse. To her, she deserved it but to see pity on people's faces and even the police officer to stroke her hand as if she was a baby hurt her more than the blows and the strikes.<br><br>"He is going to kill me," she whispered as she opened one eye to look at what was going on. The EMT next to the officer worked hard to get her vitals and place an injection in her arm only to find it bruised beneath the surface of her skin. Oh yes, Erik worked her arm pretty good a few days ago and the bruise was still there, trying to heal itself. The man was a monster when it came to exacting punishment, tonight might have been the night she would have died if it were not for the officer.<br><br>Would he truly be able to help her? Would he be able to hide her from Erik and keep her safe through everything? Erik would find her and once he got out of jail, everyone including her would be in danger of his anger. "He is going to hurt my family," she whispered, her lower lip trembling as she felt the sting of the needle slip into her hand to find a vein. Oh god, even a small sting felt ten times as worse because the rest of her was not heightened to feel every bit of pain.
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