She Chose Her Abuser Over Me

“If you dare call the cops on my boyfriend, I'll kill myself right here in front of you!”

I stood there holding the medical report on her injuries, one step away from handing it to the police.

But my daughter had a knife pressed to her own wrist, screaming her lungs out to protect the little thug who'd put her in the hospital.

I looked at her, at that face ready to die for love, and asked her coldly:

“Did you forget how he pinned you down in the bathroom last month and slapped you until you couldn't stand?”

“I finally got every piece of evidence together. Why would I drop the case?”