Love is what got me into the most terrible emotional ditch I've ever been in. Though I should probably explain how I got into this state. The name is Charlotte Maxwell Lennox army brat, Chief medical officer and helicopter pilot for the U.S. Army. Let's just say I never thought that I would ever be in the positon I found and later got myself in. "Hey babe, I want to take you somewhere that I hopefully think you'd like." Collin said low enough for only me to hear as he caressed a strand of my naturally strawberry blonde hair. "Sure, you know how I love surprises" I replied as I smiled with my hazel eyes. They took a browner color with my off the shoulder hunter green sweater, black tight jeans and brown steel toed combat boots. That day was the day he proposed to me and with him being the love of my life I most definitely said yes. The preparations for the wedding were very quick being that it was very intimate since neither my older brother William nor my parents wanted to come since they highly disapproved of him. It never mattered to me that they disapproved and for the sum of a week it was perfect but, little did I know things were all going to change. I was in my Pajamas and had just woken up in our new family styled home and was very happy when I heard a ruckus in the leaving room so, like anyone else I went to see what was happening. When I went into the living room I saw Collin and three of his friends getting drunk while smoking up the house with all their cigarettes. I was extremely pissed so I went to where Collin was sitting and took the beer from his hand to get his attention. "Hey, that's my mine." He whined as if he was a child. "I don't care Collin, we need to talk and your friends need to leave." This completely pissed him off so much so that he got up and led me to the bathroom. In the bathroom we started an all-out screaming match. When I finally got tired about the argument he got us into, I started to walkout of the room. Just as I went to exit he asked with sheer aggression "where the fuck do you think you're going?" and as he asked he pulled my hair yanking me to the floor. I couldn't believe it, did he really just do that? He got right in my face and growled out me "I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to do and when I fucking want to do it." Then he left with his buddies living me devastated. The next day he came home with a lovely bouquet of orchids which were my favorite and asked for my forgiveness. So, that day I decided to wear a beautiful sweetheart neckline royal blue dress with a ruffled bottom that ended three inches above my knees. He decided to wear a light blue dress shirt, dark dress pants and dark dress shoes. After we got dressed he took me to a classy restaurant called Tavern on the green. It was amazing and he even let me buy anything I wanted on the menu. The night was so serene when we left the tavern, once we were home we quickly undressed and had sweet passionate love the whole night through. Our problems didn't end there with him escalating more and more with his abuse to point that it was every day. My body had been covered with cuts and bruises and anything I did guaranteed me a beating to the point I could hardly move. So that day I decided that I was going to hideaway for a little while under the sink and what I saw under there left me in complete agony. Under the sink was thousands of nude pictures of some female I didn't even know. Collin decided at that precise moment to enter the kitchen and had find me under there in tears. That was when I decided to question him about the pictures that were there. He of course became really aggressive and went to grab for my hair, being that he overpowered me due to the current condition I was in, he was able to pull me down and drag me to bedroom where he raped me repeatedly. When he was done he put his pants and shirt on and left our home. I cried my eyes out and was quivering in my own sweat. That was when I decided that I wanted out I reached for my phone that was under the bed and called my brother William, what I got from the number was his answering machine. So, I decided to call my father and received the same thing. My answer to this was that they simply didn't care if I needed them or not and that I was going to have to take this into my own hands. Just entering the door Collin was received with a brown and black rifle that was currently resting in my hand aimed directly at him. Let's just say he was completely shocked and quickly had his arms raised. "Babe, let's not do this" He told me this as if it was a warning but I most definitely didn't respond to it. "How fucking dare you, tell me not to do this!" I cried hysterically with the loaded gun in my hand. "Did you listen to me when I told you not to hurt me or when you raped me?" I was done, they say that everyone reaches their breaking point at some time and I just hit mine. "I'm sorry ok let's talk about this and we can figure it out." I looked at him for the first time with absolute clarity. "You really think I'm going to put up with your abuse, I'm leaving you forever and I'm not coming back!" He was done with his hoax and ran at me with complete hate in his eyes and at that moment I pulled the trigger leading to a loud bang. After, I shot him I looked to see if he was still alive which he was practically dead by the time I reached him. Following this I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. The operator quickly came on with a female saying the signature. "911 what is your emergency?", "I just killed my husband after he attacked me!" Later on I hanged up leaving me in a cold silence. The charges were cleared the same day after they saw my battered body and sunken eyes. After the bone chilling ordeal I promised myself to never love another man again and to keep my distance from the Lennox family, and to this day I kept that promise.