Covered in blood and with a bruised face I waited at the police station answering the same questions.
“So, you didn’t know there was an issue?”
“No, sir.”
The officer typed away on the computer until I heard someone screaming my name.
“KISHA.” Looking up I saw Morris in handcuffs. “I loved you, Kisha, but you fucked over me. I’m gonna kill you, bitch!” He screamed through the police precinct. I didn’t move. I just watched him, the rage in his eyes and the blood on his clothes.
“Get his ass out of here.” The officer screamed, and in no time there were a few uniforms dragging Morris down the hallway to a room.
“I’m sorry about that.” The officer apologized, but there was nothing for him to apologize for. It wasn’t his fault that I married a maniac. It wasn’t his fault that my husband cared more about bitches than he did me. It wasn’t his fault that I married the wrong man, and the only man that ever stood up for me might be dead.
“So... You said you don’t want to file a restraining order, right?” I said no at first. I didn’t know if it was the shock or maybe I was afraid, but now hearing that and after what I saw today I had to do what was right for me and my family.
“No... Actually, I do want to file.” I told the officer. “You see these bruises on my face? He did this to me.” I had cried away all my make up, and with my glasses off anyone could see clearly what I had been trying to hide.
“Okay…” He opened up a few cabinets pulling out some paperwork.
“Here, fill this out, and we can get it filed.” He told me, and with shaking hands I picked up my pen trying to figure out where to start.
“Ma’am…” Looking up into the officer’s eyes he tried smiling a bit, but it was hard to smile under this situation.
“I want you to know you are very brave. If you don’t get out, he could do to you what he did to that man.” I thought about that for a moment. Morris stabbing me in front of my children. Me dying because he couldn’t control his anger.
That was all he had to say, enough was enough. First step restraining order, next stop divorce.