The official Chris Brown and Rihanna Affidavit
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Here is the official search warrant and affidavit in the domestic violence case involving Chris Brown and Rihanna (Robyn F.). I am reprinting a portion here.
From the State of California report, pages five and six:
A verbal argument ensued and Brown pulled the vehicle over on an unknown street, reached over Robyn F. with his right hand, opened the car door and attempted to force her out. Brown was unable to force Robyn F. out of the vehicle because she was wearing a seat belt. When he could not force her to exit, he took his right hand and shoved her head against the passenger window of the vehicle causing an approximate one inch raised circular contusion. Robyn F. turned to face Brown and he punched her in the left eye with his right hand. He then drove away in the vehicle and continued to punch her in the face with his right hand while steering the vehicle with his left hand. The assault caused Robyn F’s mouth to fill with blood and blood to splatter all over her clothing and the interior of the vehicle.
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Brown looked at Robyn F. and stated, “I’m going to beat the shit out of you when we get home! You wait and see!” Robyn F. picked up her cellular telephone and called her personal assistant, Jennifer [redacted]. [She] did not answer the telephone but while her voicemail greeting was playing, Robyn F. pretended to talk to her and stated, “I’m on my way home. Make sure the cops are there when I get there.” (This statement was made while the greeting was playing and was not captured as a message.) After Robyn F. faked the call, Brown looked at her and stated, “You just did the stupidest thing ever! Now I’m really going to kill you!” Brown resumed punching Robyn F. and she interlocked her fingers behind her head and brought her elbows forward to protect her face. She then bent over at the waist, placing her elbows and face near her lap in attempt to protect her face and head from the barrage of punches being levied upon her by Brown. Brown continued to punch Robyn F. on her left arm and hand causing her to suffer a contusion on her left triceps that was approximately two inches in diameter and numerous contusions on her left hand. Robyn F. then attempted to send a text message to her other personal assistant, Melissa [redacted.] Brown snatched the cellular telephone out of her hand and threw it out of the window onto an unknown street.
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Brown continued driving and Robyn F. observed his cellular telephone sitting in his lap. She picked up the cellular telephone with her left hand and before she could make a call he placed her in a head lock with his right hand and continued to drive the vehicle with his left hand. Brown pulled Robyn F. close to him and bit her on her left ear. She was able to feel the vehicle swerving from right to left as Brown sped away. He stopped the vehicle in front of [redacted] and Robyn F. turned off the car, removed the key from the ignition and sat on it. Brown did not know what she did with the key and began punching her in the face and arms. He then placed her in a head lock positioning the front of her throat between his bicep and forearm. Brown began applying pressure to Robyn F’s left and right carotid arteries causing her to be unable to breathe and she began to lose consciousness. She reached up with her left hand and began attempting to gouge his eyes in an attempt to free herself. Brown bit her left ring and middle fingers and then released her.
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While Brown continued to punch her, she turned around and placed her back against the passenger door. She brought her knees to her chest, placed her feet against Brown’s body and began pushing him away. Brown continued to punch her on the legs and feet causing several contusions. Robyn F. began screaming for help and Brown exited the vehicle and walked away. A resident in the neighborhood heard Robyn F’s plea for help and called 911, causing a police resopnse. An investigation was conducted and Robyn F. was issued a Domestic Violence Emergency Protective Order (EPO.)
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Thanks to Jennster post for alerting me to the affidavit.
Kate
Today’s post is an unusual one. I received this on Tuesday afternoon as an email from Kate, who blogs at [redacted.] I am reprinting it here with her permission, and I hope the survivors waiting in line will understand why I bumped her to the front.
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I hope you don’t mind me emailing, and thanks for the reply with the address.
I’m kinda struggling here and hoping you can either just listen to me vent (sorry) or direct me better.
I’ve gotten a little in over my head. The man I’m living with and have been dating has revealed more and more of his “darker” side to me since I moved in. A much worse temper than I was aware of, and a much meaner personality streak than I could have anticipated. Last week, I was forced to the bed and I knew I had to leave.
Over the weekend, I ended up calling the national number you have posted and then they in turn referred me to a local domestic violence hotline.
I know I need to end the relationship and leave. I’m trying to figure out the safest and smartest way to do so. Unfortunately I’ve been looking for a job here and was living on my savings. So, while I would like to just walk out, I’m trying to plan a little in advance so I can scramble together some funds. Selling whatever I can, I’d turn to friends and family, but most abandoned me when I divorced my husband and the rest are not in any shape to help.
I have one friend who can take me in, give me the spare room, a place to stay rent free, if I can get to Utah. (I’m in Nebraska.)
The local nonprofit doesn’t have a space for me in their safe houses. They recommended going to the local homeless shelter. I guess I don’t feel that scared at this point. Part of me is proud and another part of me, well, I hate to take a spot from a woman who is in more danger or a woman who has children with her.
I own nothing but a car, I have little in savings and the stuff I have here at his place would all fit in my trunk. Everything else has been in storage, I’ve been reluctant to get settled here and I think it may have finally dawned on me why.
I guess I don’t even know what I’m asking. I don’t want to be around the next time he throws a printer across the room or slams a door, wondering if he’ll take it out on me next. I don’t want to ever again be held down to the bed, bile rising in my throat as I beg for him to stop.
I guess if nothing else, thank you for listening, it was good to get it out.
UPDATE: Just heard from Kate. She says she is planning on leaving him this weekend after he has left for work. She says she will not be alone until then. As for those of you who offered to help financially…. When I created this site I put a lot of thought into how to handle anything related to money (running ads, partnering with an advocacy group, posting links to individual fundraisers, offers to help survivors, etc.) and ultimately decided to stay away from all of it, at least for now. It’s too complicated, and there is too much liability involved. There are other sites far better equipped to handle this kind of thing. Please contact Kate directly with any inquiries.
UPDATE, 3/10: Got word from Kate that she indeed left, reached her destination, and is safe.
Cher
The following survivor story is written by Cher, who blogs at The Prozac Ranch.
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I’ve tried to write this story about a thousand times, and I get to a certain point and stop, because even to me, it sounds too fantastical to be true.
I’m a 42-year old survivor of childhood sexual abuse and later, spousal abuse and domestic violence. I separate “spousal abuse” and “domestic violence” for a reason.
In late 1990, I was in my fifth year of a very abusive relationship – one that had at one point or another found me:
* In the hospital with broken bones
* Tied to a bed and left for dead for three days
* Suffering from a life long seizure disorder after being beaten over the head with a two by four
* Flinching in fear every time I heard my name called
But in December of 1990, something changed and I’d had all I could handle. I guess my survival mechanism kicked in and I went into fight or flight mode, and since I had no means to flee, my only option was to fight. Until that point, I’d been living with spousal abuse, but after that, it became domestic violence, because I fought back.
I’ve seen interviews and talked with women who’ve killed their abusive spouses, and I am so grateful that I got out when I did because I could see myself going there. In the weeks before I left, I plotted several ways to kill him, and make it look like an accident. I could wait till he passed out, then soak him in booze and let a cigarette burn in an ashtray on his chest – just so that it would fall out and ignite him. I dreamed about those things.
Then, on the night of January 4th, 1991, as we were in the middle of one of our fights, he began to strangle me and I must have blacked out, because the next thing I knew, he was laying in the floor, unconscious and I was on the phone with 9-1-1 telling them I think I’d just killed my boyfriend. When the police came, the only thing that saved me from going to jail was the fact that he came too in a blind rage and tried to strangle me again.
A police officer, who’d been called to my home, happened to be someone I went to school with and told me that I needed to get away. I told him I had two small children and nowhere to go, and he offered to help me, if I promised I would leave and never go back. To this day, I’ve not told anyone who he was or what he did for me, because I don’t know if he’d be in danger of losing his job or not. But together, we worked out a plan, and a week later, I was three states away and haven’t looked back.
It’s been that long, and the memories and painful reminders of my past still haunt me. And though I’m now married to a wonderful man and together we have two more beautiful children, I still have moments when I’m fearful, and self-loathing. Moments when I still can’t stand loud noises or the sound of a man’s voice saying my name; moments when I see someone in a parking lot that resembles him, and I get away as fast as I possibly can.
Years of therapy have helped me see how my childhood set a pattern for me and the kinds of relationships I sought out. Therapy also helped me go from being a VICTIM, to being a survivor. I will never again allow myself to be put in a situation to be abused.
That night, when I choked my boyfriend till he passed out, I very easily could have killed him. I would have become what I hated so much. I’m grateful that I didn’t.
Through therapy, I was able to see that the patterns of abuse I suffered through my childhood, helped me in believing that my purpose on earth was to be used and subsequently abused by men. I didn’t know what real love was, only the kind of love that caused me pain. I was actually uncomfortable with people who treated me well, and more “at home” with people who belittled me, insulted me, or injured me. As I grew from a girl to a woman and lost the “love of my father”, I sought replacement with abusive men. Today, I know that love is not supposed to hurt us, and that being loved can be a healthy and wonderful thing. I don’t seek out those “replacement father figures” anymore. I stay away from bars and dives, and drinking and dope. I don’t allow myself to be talked to like anything less than a lady and I have strict boundaries for myself and how I allow others to treat me. I cannot control what others do, this is true, but I’m smart and can assess a situation to determine whether or not it is healthy for me.
Today I do volunteer work with a local organization that helps victims of domestic violence escape and build new lives as survivors. But leaving can be almost as dangerous as staying. Make a plan, contact someone, have back up, and once you leave, never EVER look back. Statistics state that more women are killed while trying to leave their abusive spouses then are killed in actual acts of domestic violence, so play it smart.
Start by TELLING someone.
