He Locked Me In His Room When I Told Him It Was Over

The relationship was very toxic and sometimes abusive. He beat me twice and got my lips swollen, and then he gave me ice to place on my lips. That was his behavior—hot and cold every day. So one day, I called him on the phone and told him I couldn’t keep up with the relationship anymore.

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He called to ask why, and I told him I was emotionally drained and scared in a place where love was supposed to be felt. He asked me to come home so we could talk about it. I didn’t go. Several days of begging later, I decided to go and listen to what he had to say, though I knew in my heart it was over.

I got there, and he told me it wasn’t over. Before I could say a word, he held me by the ribs, carried me, and threw me into his bedroom and locked the door. He screamed, “You’re not coming out until you tell me it’s not over.”

I was in there crying and begging him to open the door when I heard the sound of a door lock followed by the sound of his car engine. I was scared. Where was he going? Was he going to get something to come and hurt me? His window is the sliding type with burglar-proof bars that can be rolled and locked. I opened the burglar proof, pushed it aside, and contorted my body in a way I could pass through it.

Lucky for me, I succeeded. I quickly ran out of the house, leaving my phone and my bag there. I didn’t go home. I was scared he would come around, and my mom wouldn’t be able to protect me. I went to my elder brother’s house and told him everything. He said we should report it to the police. I begged him not to, at least for the time being.

Around 10 p.m., I used my brother’s phone to call my number, and he picked up. He was shouting, telling me he was on his way to my house. My brother said, “Let’s go and meet him there.”

He called my other brother, and a few minutes after we got there, he came and parked in front of my house. My mom couldn’t separate the fight. I couldn’t ask my brothers to stop. It took the whole community to stop my two brothers from finishing him, and then they later reported it to the police as self-defense.

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He spent three days at the hospital. His family came in to beg so we could take the issue from the police and settle it at home. Recently, we met at a shop. Immediately he saw me, he shivered, then went behind the next aisle and disappeared. I smiled. It felt good. Like I was the boss.

—Sarah

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