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From Hero to Inmate: The Night That Changed Everything
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Jul 13, 2025
One year ago, I made a split-second decision to protect my girlfriend at a party. What followed was a nightmare I never saw coming—handcuffs, a courtroom, and seven months in jail. The justice system failed us. My girlfriend Madison stood by me through it all, even as her family turned their backs on her for telling the truth. In this emotional story of loyalty, injustice, and reconciliation, I open up about everything—the betrayal, the time behind bars, the pain of isolation, and the long road back to healing and family. This isn’t just a story about survival. It’s about love, sacrifice, and fighting to be heard. 👉 Subscribe for more real-life stories. 📢 Comment below if you’ve ever felt judged before your side was heard.
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A year ago, I was living a normal life
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with my girlfriend Madison. We were at a
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party doing what most couples do, trying
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to steal a few private moments in an
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empty closet.
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We were in the middle of making out when
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I needed to use the bathroom. On my way
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back, I heard her scream. I rushed back
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to the closet and saw some dude trying
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to assault her. Madison was fighting him
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off, pushing him away, but he was
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overpowering her. Instinct took over. I
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didn't think. I just reacted. I socked
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the guy from behind and wailed on him
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hard. I only stopped after he was out
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cold. Madison and I left the party
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immediately. I thought that was the end
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of it. I had protected her. I was the
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hero.
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The next day, the police showed up at my
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door. They put me in handcuffs and told
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me I was being charged with aggravated
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assault.
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I tried to explain what had actually
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happened, that I was defending my
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girlfriend from an attacker, but they
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wouldn't listen. They took me away. Once
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in jail, I called Madison. She bailed me
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out, but the legal process that followed
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dragged on for months.
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The court process was a nightmare. The
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guy's friends, who were also at the
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party, painted me as the aggressor.
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Despite Madison's testimony, despite her
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explaining what had happened and how she
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was violated, the court sided with them.
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They didn't believe her. They saw me as
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a violent criminal. In the end, I was
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sentenced to 7 months in jail. In jail,
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the days were monotonous, a loop of the
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same walls and routines. I tried to
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read, but most of the books were beat up
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and missing pages. My mind kept turning
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to Madison. How would she view me after
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this? Could I still provide for her?
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Would she wait for me? I felt hopeless.
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Then the first visit happened. When I
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walked into the visitation room, I felt
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a bit lighter than usual. Seeing Madison
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there felt like seeing the first flowers
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of spring after a long cold winter. I
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was almost surprised to see her. We
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talked about small things, the book she
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was reading, a movie she had seen, but
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she seemed off. She spoke quickly and
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wouldn't look me in the eye.
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Physically, she was there, but her mind
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was elsewhere.
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I asked her if everything was okay. She
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said she'd been feeling overwhelmed,
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that handling everything on her own had
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been a lot. I reassured her that after I
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got out, I would do everything in my
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power to take the load off her, but she
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told me I just didn't understand.
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She visited regularly throughout my 7
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months inside, but she never explained
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why she was so overwhelmed. Her visits
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were my only connection to the outside
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world. They kept me going.
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The morning I was released, the sun
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shone brighter. The air was crisp. I
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stood at the gates of the facility,
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threw my backpack over my shoulder, and
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as the gate swung open, I saw Madison
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pulling up. She looked beautiful.
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I ran to the car, pulled her out, and
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hugged her. I kissed her repeatedly,
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telling her how much I missed her. She
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laughed and kissed me back. We got in
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the car and headed home.
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I was desperate for a home-cooked meal,
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specifically her mom's cornbread.
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I grew up with family members who barely
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tolerated me, and Madison's mom's
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cooking always felt like a comfort I
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never had. I asked if we could stop by
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her mom's house. Madison suggested fast
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food instead. I pressed her, explaining
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I hadn't had a home-cooked meal in
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months. "Why can't we visit your mom's
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house?" I asked. She took a deep breath.
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We need to talk about something.
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I never liked the sound of those words.
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She told me that ever since I got the
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aggravated assault charge, her family
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told her she had to choose between them
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and me. I asked her why that was an
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option. She said they saw me as a
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violent person because the court ruled
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she was lying about what happened at the
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party. I could see the hurt in her eyes.
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I asked her if she told them what really
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happened and she said she did.
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I couldn't understand why they would
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listen to a judge over their own
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daughter.
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They insisted I wasn't protecting her,
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that I was probably too intoxicated and
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started the fight. I asked her what she
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did after finding all of this out. She
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chose me. She broke down crying. We
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pulled over and she continued to tell me
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everything like a damn breaking.
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She'd been holding this in for months.
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She had been living on her own, trying
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to make ends meet.
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She explained she didn't tell me sooner
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because I was in jail and needed to
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focus on getting through it without more
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to worry about. I agreed with her. I
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hugged her tight and told her that
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everything would be okay. I promised to
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make good on my word. I drove us to her
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place, ready to take care of her. A few
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months later, Madison and I were having
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a game night, just the two of us. We
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were playing Uno, a game her family
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loved to play all night on weekends. I
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laid a draw four on her. She looked
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bummed, but not in the usual way. She
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looked sad, on the verge of tears.
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"Honey, I know I'm kicking your butt
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right now, so you don't have to draw," I
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joked. "A single tear fell down her
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cheek. I immediately put the cards down
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and held her. "I just really miss my
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family," she said. She insisted I was
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enough for her, but she had never gone
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this long without speaking to her
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family.
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Playing the game made her miss them
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more.
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I asked her if she wanted to try
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reaching out to them again to rebuild
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the relationship.
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She didn't know if they would talk to
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her. She just wanted them to believe
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her. I reminded her that she wouldn't
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know if she didn't try. She recognized
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that the trust between them was
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shattered and that getting it back would
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take time. I went to the kitchen and got
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her favorite ice cream. We sat in the
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living room talking and eating ice cream
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until we went to bed.
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The next day, I tried to contact her
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dad, but he didn't pick up. I called her
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mom. She answered and asked who it was.
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When I told her who I was, she hung up
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immediately. I called back and asked for
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30 seconds of her time. She told me to
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make it quick. I explained how Madison
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had been feeling and how she wanted a
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relationship with them again. She said
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that if I was a part of it, then they
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wanted nothing to do with us. She called
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me a crazy, abusive man and said how
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afraid she was to be in the same room as
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me. I didn't defend myself. Instead, I
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told her I wouldn't have to be involved.
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This was for Madison. I reminded her
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that we both loved her and wanted to see
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her happy, and I knew this would make
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her happy.
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She agreed only because she missed her
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daughter. I told her they could meet in
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the park in broad daylight and I
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wouldn't be anywhere around if she
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didn't want me to. We will meet with
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both of you only because it is a public
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location with witnesses, she said, but
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you wouldn't know anything about having
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that. Her words hurt a bit, but I knew
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this was for Madison.
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We agreed on a date and time. I rushed
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off the phone to tell Madison the good
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news. She seemed nervous and told me she
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didn't know what she would say. I told
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her that it would come to her in the
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moment and not to stress. The day of the
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meetup was in full swing. I grabbed
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lunch for me, Madison, and her mom, and
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we headed to the park. Madison was
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nervous, sweating bullets, her eyes
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fixed outside the window. When we got
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there, I told her that no matter how it
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went, she would be okay. We walked over
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to a table and met her mom. She greeted
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us both, her enthusiasm toward me
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minimal. We sat down and ate lunch. Her
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mother started by asking what really
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happened that night. I explained that it
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was an annual summer bash hosted by a
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friend. When I got there, a guy
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approached Madison and tried to hit on
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her. I sent him on his way. Later, when
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Madison and I were alone in a closet
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room having a deep chat, as I carefully
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phrased it, to her mom, I went to the
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bathroom.
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When I got back, I saw the same guy
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clearly trying to violate her. I laid
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hands on him pretty hard. We left the
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party and informed the host. The next
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day, cops showed up and arrested me.
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Unfortunately, the host was moving
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countries in a week and couldn't
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testify.
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After I finished, her mother asked
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Madison if that was true. Madison
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agreed, adding that she thanked God I
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was there that night. Her mom still felt
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I was violent. That's when Madison told
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her mom that the guy she should be
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afraid of was the one from the night of
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the incident.
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He didn't take no for an answer, and I
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had stepped in and protected her. She
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kept telling her mom over and over how I
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didn't start the fight and how I only
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pushed the guy off of her. The table
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fell quiet. Her mom saw how Madison was
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crying and how much it ate away at her.
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She knew Madison was telling the truth.
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Heartbroken, her mom started
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apologizing, placing her hand over her
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mouth and beginning to cry.
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"My baby, my poor baby," she said. She
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apologized to me, too, admitting she
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never should have listened to the people
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around her telling her I was dangerous.
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She felt ashamed that she couldn't be a
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safe space for her daughter and guilty
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for making Madison support herself
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alone. All these months, Madison pushed
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her off when she tried to console her.
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Her mom said she understood given
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everything she'd been through. She then
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asked if we could forgive her and start
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over.
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She looked at me for approval, but I
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told her it would be ultimately up to
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Madison. Madison was crying into my
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arms. She said she would need time to
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forgive her for the past year, but she
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was willing to try to fix the
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relationship. We left the park and
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talked about the conversation on the car
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ride home. Several months after the park
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meeting, I could feel the change in
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Madison's family dynamic. We went over
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to her house and I could smell the
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delicious cornbread from the door. After
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we ate, her dad pulled out a deck of Uno
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cards and asked if we were down for a
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game. We hadn't played since before I
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went to jail. We teased and laughed with
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each other, but overall, I could see
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Madison was still walking on eggshells
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around her family.
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I could see how hard it was to forgive
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and forget while being in the presence
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of the people who almost made her
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homeless and left her out to dry. I
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could tell that the trust in her parents
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had been lost, but she was on the road
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to having a cordial relationship with
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