Drama: Domestic violence 19 Articles

by Elaine Newkirk

THE HOUSE WITH DIRT WALLS When my father left, we didn't see him for almost 2 years. He would call occasionally and send my mother money, but she wouldn't let us talk to him. I guess she thought that would bring him ...read more

by Delisa Mcgowan

I'm in a domestic violent relationship as I write. It's funny how in the beginning they seem like "The one." Your night in shinning armor! In the end if your one of the lucky ones to make it to an end other than your de...read more

by Karen Creason

Living with Abuse "Stop Dad! That hurts!" I screamed as my father's fist came down on my back again. "You'll learn to do what you're told, even if I have to beat it into you!" "Okay! P...read more

by Professor Charles Xavier

Sandra Sandra never saw Nikoli's punch coming, he sideswiped her horribly with the strength of his usual raw brutality. The punch swung her head sharply to the right, she'd find out later that it's connection effectivel...read more

by Autumn J.

As a 17 year old girl, setting out on my own for the first time, life was exciting and scary. My new home away from my parents was supposed to be a safe haven, a place I could return to after a night of partying and know t...read more

by Maureen Bordelon

She sat on the edge of her empty king sized bed, the table lamp still glowing from the previous night, wondering how it all happened. Her head was throbbing, one eye swollen shut with bruises she had yet seen in the mirror...read more

by Stephen Langley

After sixteen years of being beaten up, it was not going to happen again. My father came at me, fists clenched and wild eyes, he was going to beat me. Before he could strike me, I stiff armed him in the face. The heel of m...read more

by Pat Lunsford

Domestic violence, rape, and wrongful imprisonment, happens to millions of people every day. Offenders are released with a slap on the wrist to repeat their offense. Victims of domestic abuse are tortured by their offender...read more

by Aleczandra Loverink

I have watched my stepfather's destructive behavior take over every life that it can. It seemed as though everywhere we went, every house we lived in, every motel we called home, had a giant cloud of negativity, hate, and ...read more

by Sheroe

Wrong Place, Wrong Time All We Wanted Was A Pepsi Cory and I had just turned into the soft drinks aisle, when I heard his sharp intake of breath. I turned to see what was wrong with him, and followed the direction o...read more

by Amber Woodard

"Get back here, I'm not through with you yet!" "Just leave me alone, you're hurting me." "I'm hurting you? I'M hurting YOU? Think of how much you hurt me tonight. You embarrassed me at the dinner party. You made me l...read more

by Jackie Cheek

Surfacing As I slept I began drifting, let my mind settle until my thoughts became like water, and then I swam to the hollow in the center of my soul. Images slammed into my mind and I f...read more

by Jennifer Mark

Stop, please just stop! It was as if she was having an out of body experience. She could see him shaking her, slapping her, kicking her, doing whatever he could to hurt her. She silently took the beating, knowing that ...read more

by sherry marie

It began around 10 years ago.. I remember the first time it happened so vividly like it was yesterday,I got home a little late and there he was standing in our apartment with a few of his friends drinking.I went into the b...read more

by AJ Davey

He Promised Me a Rose Garden This is for your own good, he says, and then comes the pain blossoming from just above my temple. I blink in disjointed slow motion as from far above me comes the echo of his grunt: the sou...read more

by Syllvermyst

The drama of it. Seeing it play out like some rerun on TV and you unable to stop it. The angry looks. The slaps. The crack of the fist to the flesh. The smell of blood. It will always be a part of my past. Yet, even growi...read more

by Mike Ogden

DEAD MAN RIDING Her dead brother John sat in the front seat of the car as she drove, talking nonstop. Sharon had faithfully driven in to Stress Care every day for several months, but now it was time for another exten...read more

by Scott Mullinax

Wrong Place at the Wrong Time I was only 14 when I lost my best friend. Growing up in my part of town wasn't easy. The year was 1994 and Gangs and drugs we're allover the streets. Graffiti on all of the schools and co...read more

by Robin Stevens

My mind was made up. I was going to rest for the remainder of my vacation days no matter what. He couldn't understand why I would not want to spend a little more time with him. But I was exhausted. We had spent a week at t...read more