Feb 02
Spot and spatter
He lies to the police, claims it was a bar fight. They explain that they’re usually in plain clothes, detectives back in uniform for a busy Saturday night. Where’s the blood on the pavement? On the stair? If you’d walked back from the pub, there’d be blood on the stair.
She did it, didn’t she?
He sighs, shoulders forward, a crescent slash from his hairline to the top of his eyelid, another pound of force behind it and we’d be packing his ruptured eyeball back into his head and running for the hospital.
Instead he nods, apologises for lying, expains he doesn’t want his partner charged. The younger detective fumes and fizzes while the older gives him a gentle talking to about wasting police time. They shut the door and we nash him up to A&E, allowing him a fly fag outside the doors before taking him in to see the nurses.
February 3rd, 2010 at 10:05 am
Ooh that’s sad. I hope you don’t see him again soon.
February 3rd, 2010 at 2:13 pm
I sometimes forget domestic violence goes both ways…. thanks for the reminder.
February 3rd, 2010 at 8:48 pm
i had a male friend put into the hospital by his female companion. she picked up a 6 foot level and beat him till he was barely able to drag himself out the door. of his own house.
he TRIED to file against her. he was told “women dont do that! who really beat you?” (yay american south east.)