Biker Pumped Gas Into Crying Girl’s Car And She Begged To Stop As Her Boyfriend Will KiII Her

Tyler’s face went pale as the officer checked his warrants. Domestic violence in Missouri, failure to appear in Kansas. He was cuffed and read his rights.

Brandi watched silently. Relief replaced fear.

The officer stayed with her, gathered her statement, contacted a local domestic violence shelter.

I was giving my own statement when Brandi walked up. “Mr. Morrison, I need to thank you. You saved my life.”

“Sweetheart, I just filled your tank.”

“No. You asked if I felt safe. Nobody has asked in six months. Nobody cared.”

She rolled up her sleeves. Bruises, handprints, fingerprints. “He hit me because I smiled at a cashier.”

“How long has this been going on?” “Since we moved. Started small—control over clothes, money, friends. Then it turned physical. Never more than three dollars for gas. Today I finally tried to leave.”Continue reading…