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Crime
Publisher: Veenstra Publishing
ISBN-10: 1466494867
Type: Non-Fiction
Pages: 316
Copyright: November 20, 2011
ISBN-13: 9781466494862
Price: $3.99 (eBook)
Grand Rapinds Michigan Man, abused and murdered by his girlfriend over her Cell phone.
Revised Edition (4/1/12)
At 2:45 am on the humid summer morning of July 18, 2010 Jeffrey Dryden, a 28 year-old male returned home after hanging out with his twin brother. In the moments that followed, evidence indicates that his live-in 21 year-old 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 of the apartment, he was pronounced dead shortly after Police arrived on scene.
His alleged girlfriend, Chiquita R 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 our society does not currently recognize nor socially accepts as existing. Jeff was the 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 murderer, now serving 14 to 45 years in prison for the death Jeffrey Dryden. Furthermore, this book exposes the truth behind truth in regards to the highly ignored and purposely overlooked disease known as Male Domestic Abuse... Men being abused by their Female Lovers...
Excerpt
Hours Earlier
It was still dark when they arrived at her home. The damp summer humidity left an eerie heaviness in the air as if foretelling of the grief to come. Slowly they tracked through the slight blades of damp grass like dark shadows of despair.
Walking up the slightly lopsided wooden steps, preparing themselves for the situation that was about to unfold as it had countless times before. They readied for the gut-wrenching cry, the weep of dread and sadness, recalling the sound from previous families and loved ones as they prepared to hear them yet again this day.
I would like to think that Detective Pols of the Wyoming Police Department held my Aunt Paula’s hand firmly in his grasp, gazing into her troubled eyes. I imagine he could already see the dread, the horror of the unknown, echoing through her as a distant memory from her past rumbled through her like a torrential storm.
For those same passionate words, the cry of sympathy was spoken years earlier by other officers when she was told of her husband committing suicide, leaving her with their twin boys and unborn daughter. Now there was the sadness and sorrow, the tear stricken grief of a mother lost in misery after being told her 28-year-old son was dead, murdered in cold blood. He was the victim of a domestic homicide.
To think of the pain she felt at that moment disturbs me, even a year later. I am sure that the sanity of it all crashed down upon her like an unbearable wave of hopelessness, becoming worse with trepidation and confusion as Detective Pols spoke those ill words of grief and sorrow to her. His voice soft, yet firm, caring, yet stern, as he told her that Jeff, her first-born, her baby, had been stabbed in the neck and that her son was forever gone. Only to follow those words of grief with even more distraught and horrendous news. Informing her, they also believed the monster that killed him, the abuser that took her baby from her, was his very own girlfriend.
I can only imagine the heaviness she felt in her heart as her mind raced with images of her fallen son. Her legs weakened 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 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, that moment, those seconds, those breaths, after hearing those words of loss and death.
My mother Roxanne told me that they came to her in this way. Leaving her in complete shock, leaving her to reach out to those she could count on the most; reaching out to her family, her sisters, who came ever so willingly, ever so lovingly to her aid.
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