The Blacklisted Boyfriend

The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night.

It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand.

My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol.

Instead of intervening, Matthew demanded an apology from me, then shockingly slapped me across the face.

He proceeded to violently drag me by my hair, throwing me out of my own apartment and deadbolting the door.

When the police arrived, Matthew and his mother effortlessly played the victims, painting me as an unstable, dramatic girlfriend.

He then cornered me, his face inches from mine, threatening to ruin my career if I dared to show the security footage of his abuse.

The officers, buying their act hook, line, and sinker, dismissed it as a "family dispute," leaving me alone, violated, and trapped with my abusers while they smirked in victory.

Bruised, humiliated, and utterly betrayed, trapped in my apartment with the very man who just assaulted me, I knew I had to escape this nightmare.

That' s when I decided, the moment I get out, I would call the only person who could truly help me: my father, Harrison Johns.