Domestic Violence Novels & Stories

(trigger warnings: mentions of domestic abuse and violence) Grace was being beaten on a regular basis. She was a shell of herself. Life had become a hellish prison, a dungeon she was trapped in. She wanted to leave, but she was terrified of the man who used to be her husband. She stopped going out as much, making excuses for both of them. When the affair started, she was grateful. His attention was being placed on his new girlfriend rather than on her.

I said. They laughed at me. "Domestic violence in public is our concern. It wouldn't have been our concern if it were just an argument. We're concerned about our children's safety." Helen said. "Now, go and find my daughter, or else I won't let you in." Helen pushed me outside and locked the door.

He didn’t look like a man who would beat a woman. Was I wrong? Yes, I was but he should not have touched me... She stared at her face again in the mirror and tears fell down her face. This is domestic violence... What am I going to do? Who will I call? I can’t even go out of the house, everyone will see my face ... And they will know his kind of person ... A wife beater. It will spoil his reputation, She sank on the chair and rested her chin with her hand wondering what to do.

That was the owners voice, I dropped the apron and stepped outside to look. "You haven't paid me for last month. I'm not asking for double, I just need...." the owner kicked the girl angrily, pushing her away. "I don't have the money to pay you, don't you fuckin get it!!!" My blood ran cold as I watched then man brutalize the little girl of about ten years old! It's very cuel and so unkind. Without thinking twice, I barged into the argument and took the girl's hand. "This is domestic violence!!"

"I have photos, medical records, witnesses. I want to file for divorce and get a restraining order." I study the woman across from me, and all I can think about is how weak she looks. How pathetic. She's letting some human man control her life, and now she wants me to fix her problems when she could easily fix it. I mean she could just kill him. If she did, I would gladly take her case and make sure she wins. "Mrs. Mart, I'm going to be honest with you," I say, shuffling through her papers without really looking at them. "Cases like yours are difficult to win. Domestic violence claims are often he-said-she-said situations, and judges tend to be skeptical."

I couldn't stop my tears from escaping my eyes as I sobbed silently there. "But, you can file a case of domestic violence against him. I can see your bruises. The case would be strong," she pitched in an idea. "Would that give him the punishment that a rapist gets?" I asked. "No. But it can lead to divorce and alimony. With that, you can lead a good life without your husband," she replied. I looked at the officer in disbelief. She didn't even care about justice? Just a good life for me in future? But if I don't get that justice, would my past trauma fade away?

I watched dumbfounded as blood dripped from my wrist. Maybe my brain was still foggy from having passed out. "You shouldn't have done that," she admonished quietly, putting the drip back in and wiping the blood that was on my hand. "In my opinion your body shows signs of domestic abuse. Studies show that most women find it hard to leave their partners especially ones that apologize and show signs of remorse. But I would advise you to leave and report him."

"Of things he had done and even things he hadn't, things that might have possibly happened to me if I hadn't left him. Images of our life keep flashing before me, and I can't even get a decent sleep anymore. I hear voices in my head most times." "Domestic violence is something that impacts someone's mental health, but there are all these other pieces to it," says Karima, her voice calm and soft. There's no easy way to say, 'This type of abuse has this specific answer.' It's different with each person. Any form of abuse can be really hurtful to somebody. What do you see in your dreams?" "A damaged me," she replied quickly. "I mean, of course I'm already damage

Rosie said coldly. Benjamin searched for an answer and suddenly seized on an idea. "She's here to deal with Dominic." Rosie paused. "What did you say?" "Dominic cheated," Benjamin said firmly. "And not only that. He also has a serious tendency toward domestic violence." Rosie fell silent, considering. If she put herself in that position, if her husband cheated and abused her, would she use a handgun? She snorted. "If it were me, I wouldn't be able to take it. I'd use a rifle."

He growled, glaring at her for her short-sighted decision to let the guy go. Without turning away from Kade, she pointed to the building. “See those kids plastered to the window? Kids you spent all day caring for? They’ve been watching you beat the shit out of another man. Every single one of them has had to deal with domestic violence in some form. This is the one place they shouldn’t have that fear. You brought that fear to them today in Technicolor.” “I didn’t. He showed up here lookin’ for a fight. I gave him one.”