About Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

Uncle Ben pleaded. The doctor glanced over to the nurse and she nudged at him. “ Well then, we will keep quiet for now and give you a chance to apologize properly, you'll need to write a statement and make a video that it would never happen again. And make sure to make her life easy from now on, but if you don't. Don't blame me when I tell the authorities.” The doctor replied. “I…” Sebastian stuttered and the nurse interject. “ Domestic Abuse on house helps had been so rampant that the authorities had to intervene and a law was made. So it would be best if you stop, else!” The nurse shaked her head.

She’s going to document the fact that I hit her. He thought about that, thought about his own mother. In all the years of beatings and broken bones, Cassie had never filed an official report. Domestic violence laws were different then, after all. Back then, cops couldn’t charge a man with beating his wife, not unless the woman agreed to lay charges. Cassie had never done that – she’d covered for her husband, lied to protect him, kept him in the house. Everyone involved had known what the hell was going on… but without the victim’s cooperation, nothing could be done.

She knew Dedi as the older brother of one of her university friends. After hearing Elizabeth’s story, the man had immediately agreed to help and had even asked his colleague to assist in arresting Mery, Tina, and Tia at the scene. “This is already part of our responsibility,” Dedi said calmly. “Cases like this actually happen quite often, but they are rarely reported.” He looked at Elizabeth for a moment before continuing, “Most women choose to stay silent when they are mistreated by their husband’s family. Including when they experience domestic violence.” His tone sounded serious.

Just because she had divorced the men that had become toxic in her life? My mother had once told me that finding a man like my father, who had never laid his hands on her, would be the best thing I could ever have. But even if I never had that, I was to suck it all up and keep going forward like nothing was wrong with my family, because the men had never been at fault. It was only after I had come to my Aunt’s house and overheard her discussing a colleague with George that I had learned that hitting someone, even if they were married, was considered an assault; domestic violence to be precise. And people could go to jail for that.

I said with a blank look. “Speaking about work. Am currently working on a story and it really critical. Personally, am interested in it” “Hmm what is it about?” “Okay, a man have been maltreating his wife for the past 6 years now. Both physically, emotionally and sexually” “What the..domestic violence still happens?” I asked shocked as I forgot about the work I was busy with. “Like, I was surprised too. I mean, a man have no right, no fucking right to lay his hand on a woman..talk less of his own wife..”

Because seeing her like that broke me. “Soph never told me about a boyfriend. So I’m not sure.” I say to him and he shakes his head with a sigh. “Domestic violence isn’t just from a partner. It could be from a family member. Unfortunately, we will have to wait until she is ready to talk about it. I would also suggest her going to therapy. Talking sometimes helps. But right now, I have placed her on the watch list.” I furrow my eyebrows at him, the watch list.

Zackary finished talking. My dad wanted to go up and beat him again. Someone held my dad from behind. "Calm down, Peyton," he said. Then he turned his head to Zackary and said, "Hey, you beat her up like this. You must confess what you’ve done. You'd better be honest." "I didn't commit a crime," Zackary tilted his head and screamed. "It's a conflict in my family. You may call it domestic violence. It is not a crime." Zackary had done his homework.

Dario went on, “Dante and I spoke with Father only minutes before. When we arrived, Alesia was screaming. Our dear father was in the process of beating and raping her.” I sucked in a breath. “After Dante and I left, she used his gun. The KCPD has already taken her statement and ours.” Dario shook his head. “Domestic violence is a sickness within the famiglia I would like to eradicate.” Crossing my arms over my chest, tears cascaded down my cheeks as I let Dario’s words sink in. My husband was dead. My father was dead. My father—the man who made me marry Rocco could no longer rule my life.

We lived in America, we are supposed to be able to trust our justice system, but I could see no justice in this. “I want to make sure that I understand everything you are telling me. So, for abusing me in front of children for months, for busting my lip, my nose, and holding a gun to my head and raping me, Jax will only serve sixty days in jail. He is not being charged with domestic violence, and essentially if he takes a few classes he is fine. Is that the gist of this?” There was no denying the anger that was welling up inside of me and spilling out into my words.