"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I don't see how you're yelling will help your case." The Blonde police officer retorted to my behavior. "But you don't understand! He has kept me as his prisoner for years now! The one time I get to call you people, I lock myself in the bathroom and come out seeing him all beat! He had to have done it to himself! How could I have possibly done it? Do you see the bruises on my body? Listen to me!" I banged against my cell door.

It doesn't make sense, I was arrested because I called the police.

It started maybe four hours ago, when I had just gotten beaten by my abusive boyfriend, Ryan. He was punishing me because I had not finished his laundry, and talked back to him.

"You stupid whore!" He yelled in my face. "You had one job while I was gone! One fucking job!" He slapped me with the back of his hand and I fell to the floor. "I told you do finish the fucking laundry, and I come home to this?!" He threw the dirty clothes at me in my face and on the floor.

"You call me the whore..." I started as I whimpered. "Yet you're the one who brings in a new slut every fucking night while I'm forced to listen..." He kicked me in the stomach before I could get up, just to have me fall back into the floor.

"Don't talk to me that way! You have..." He kicked me again. "... no...." Another kick. "...damn..." And another. "right!" One last blow to the stomach and I could no longer breathe. Ryan walked into the kitchen and I spared no time to get up and run to the bathroom. I opened the door and turned to see him running at me with a knife. I screamed and slammed the door shut, locking it before he could get in.

"Come out here, you little bitch!" He banged on the door continuously. I couldn't stop crying and freaking out. But on the floor, I found my savior. My phone.

I picked it up and dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1, what is your emergency?" I heard a monotone operator speak through to me.
"Help! My boyfriend is on the other side of my bathroom door! He's trying to kill me!" I yelled into the door as he kept hitting the door.
"Okay, Ma'am? Ma'am, I need you to stay with me. What's your address and your name?"
"58 Collind Drive, apartment 5c!"
"And your name?" They seemed to not care for my safety.
"(Y/N) (L/N)! Please just hurry!" But then the banging stopped. Just, silence.
"(Y/N)? Are you still there?"
"Y-yes... I j-" My sentence was interrupted by a loud grunt and thud coming from outside the door.
"What was that?" The operator asked.
"I-I don't k-know... I'm r-really scared..." I started to cry again. Is this how I'm going to die?
"Ma'am, just stay where you are. We have officers, less than a minute away."
"Thank you... thank you so much." Just as I thanked the woman on the other side of the line, police broke down the front door of the apartment. I could hear them shouting.
"T-they're here! I-I can hear them!" I shouted with joy.
"Okay just stay on the line until you see a police officer."

"Search the apartment!" I heard a loud man yell.
"Sir! We have a man down out here!" a different officer outside of the door shouted.
"Shit... get this door opened!"
The door busted down and three officers ran in. One was an older black haired woman, maybe late thirties or early forties. The other two were young males, both brunettes and in their possible mid-twenties.
The woman took the phone from me, and the two men each took one of my arms.
"Hello?" I could hear the woman speak into the phone.
"This is officer Rydendale, we have two injured here. We can take care of it, just contact an ambulance. Thanks." She hung up my phone and tossed it across the room.
"You're going to come with us." She said nodded to the two men, who started to drag me out of the bathroom.

"M-me? Why? I didn't do anythi-" Just then, while being dragged away, I spotted Ryan on the floor with the knife slashed through his stomach. That motherfucker tried to frame me.

"No! No, no, no! I didn't do that! I was locked in the bathroom! Please!"

"Save it. 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. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?"
"Yes! I understand! I cannot afford an attorney! He took everything I have!" I gestured toward Ryan.
"I called you to save me! Not arrest me! Please!" I started begging. "Don't do this!"

"Well he couldn't have done that to himself, could he?" He tried to make a good point but failed as the EMT cleaned my wounds.

"Yes! He easily could have done it to himself!" I shouted again.

"Come on, let's go down to the station." He grunted as he struggled to get me into the car.