that the marriage was over and reiterated that the police told him not to return home. Wanting to unwind before returning home, Evelyn returned to the hotel with the other couple who came with her to the wedding. She did not intend to stay at the hotel, because her husband had access to the room. She thought she would be safe to return home, because her continuous checks of the security cameras confirmed that he had not returned. After her final security check of the night, she was satisfied that he was not there, so she got in her car and went home. Then, her life changed forever. Evelyn arrived home shortly before midnight. She was unable to park in the garage, because the garage door would not work. Unbeknownst to her, her husband had disabled it. She threw her bags over her shoulder and entered the house through the front door. Before she could unload, he rushed her while screaming, “You ruined my life!” and began choking her. He screamed over and over, “Bitch, I’m going to kill you!” until she lost consciousness. Evelyn recalls coming to and her husband not being in sight. “He probably thought I was dead,” she says. The next thing she remembers is grabbing her keys and running for the door to get into her car. Just as she was about to reach the driver’s door, he grabbed her arm and dragged her back inside. Along the way, her husband bashed Evelyn’s head and face into the concrete walk and porch several times, leaving a long and obvious trail of blood. Evelyn recalls screaming as loud as she could and hoping that someone would hear her and call for help. She feared that that “she was dead” once she got back in the house. “I remember that he still had on his dress shoes from the wedding,” she says. He used those shoes to kick Evelyn in her head, torso and back over and over. She also recalls that he was banging her head on the hardwood floors until she passed out again. She later recalled that the scene inside the house was a blood bath; the floors, the walls, the blinds, the furniture — nothing was spared from stain. She woke up naked on his side of the bed while he was sleeping quietly beside her. Her mind was 16 | ENVISION PROVEN SUCCESS MAGAZINE dim, and she could not recall how she got there, only his words along the way, “Bitch, you better run! Get your ass in the bedroom.” When she told her husband that she was going to throw up, he calmly retrieved the trashcan in the bathroom so that she could rid herself of the damage inside her that was the result of her severe internal injuries. She recalls that her pain was so excruciating that she could barely move. Then the doorbell rang, and he got up to answer it. It was the police; little did Evelyn know that this was the second time that they had come to the house. Video footage from the security camera shows they first arrived shortly after Evelyn was dragged back into the home. Despite the path of blood leading to the front door, the police left. This time is no different; they leave again. However, her husband returned to the bedroom and calmly stated, “I’m going to jail today,” and laid back down. Evelyn says she recalls thinking, “I’m on my own,” and then passing out. Evelyn awoke to the smell of bleach. Her husband was trying in vain to clean up the mess he made and to destroy evidence. “You have to figure something out, or you are going to die from internal injuries if you don’t get out,” Evelyn thinks. She has no idea where her phone is, and she is paralyzed from the pain. Little does she know that among her multiple lifethreatening and disfiguring injuries, her neck is fractured, she has a lacerated spleen and liver, and multiple deep contusions on her brain. When her husband returned to bed, he fell into a deep sleep — snoring. For Evelyn, it was now or never. “By the grace of God,” she recalls, she summoned the strength to get up and walk over to the other side of the bed where her attacker was lying, in hopes that her tablet is on its charger. Yes! Success! She grabbed it and made her way back little by little. She was grasping the furniture for dear life — she was far too weak and injured to attempt a run to the front door. Unable to access her Facebook messenger account, from the deep recesses of her mind, she recalled her sister Rebecca’s email and began sending messages. “My sister thought it was spam until she saw his name,” Evelyn says. Rebecca was not aware of the events at
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