The Abuse and Subsequent murder of a man abused by his live in girlfriend who stabbed in in the neck, leaving him in a pool of his own blood.
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The Murder of Jeffrey Dryden
At 2:45 am on the humid summer morning of July 18, 2010, Jeffery Scott Dryden returned home after hanging out with his twin brother. In the moments that followed, evidence indicates that his live-in girlfriend stabbed Jeff in the neck as he attempted to flee from her after an altercation erupted over her cell phone. Jeff, ran out of the apartment before collapsing feet away from his car just outside the apartment, he was pronounced dead shortly after the police arrived on scene. His girlfriend, Chiquita Rena Fizer, was taken into custody and subsequently charged with Second-degree murder in Jeff’s death. In the days and months that followed it became clear that Jeff had been living a secret life, a life that society does not currently recognize nor socially accepts as existing. Jeff was a victim of Male Domestic Abuse, the batterer, his female Girlfriend. This book details the days and months leading up to Jeff’s Murder, it further goes into detail on the hearing and trial of his abuser and murder, now serving 14 to 45 years in prison for the death of Jeffery Dryden. Furthermore, this book exposes the truth behind truth on the highly ignored and overlooked disease known as Male Domestic Abuse… men being abused by their female lovers.
I can only imagine the heaviness she felt in her heart as her mind raced with images of her fallen son. Her legs weakening with each passing thought, buckling to the strain, succumbing to the devastating heartache and fury as her mind continued to race through all the recollections, all the past happy memories, shattering through her like shards of broken glass. Falling down to the floor, lost in an inferno of sadness mixed with hate, confusion mixed with loss, of outright horror and shock. It pains me to think of it now, what horrors ran through her, what dread fixed upon her soul that moment, those seconds, those breaths, after being told of such a loss and death