Injustice by Law

By Stella B

Being a colored woman living in public housing, I dealt with the dilemmas of injustice from the law. I became a victim from my abuser, only to be revictimize by the Department of Children Services. I was fighting against all odds in order to get my daughters back home. I didn’t get a chance to heal from my kidnapping and abuse. I had no help from the police department in the beginning of my disappearance. My family begged for help from the law but was turned away. Then the Department of Children Services turned my abuse and my multiple sclerosis against me and my parenting.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781662402326

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Injustice by Law

Stella B

Copyright © 2020 Stella B

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

Conneaut Lake, PA

First originally published by Page Publishing 2020

ISBN 978-1-6624-0231-9 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-0232-6 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 1

This had to be something from another story. A story of how I was being judged by the New York City agency. I couldn’t believe what I was dealing with on all levels. It was a level of disrespect by the Department of Children Services. This had to be a complete joke. Why was the Department of Children Services in my face especially with their fake tales of me not giving a fuck about my daughters? How was this caseworker talking with a mouthful of shit? It was a voice of no truth nor proof on the charges the agency was bringing forward. The agency was really barking up the wrong tree with what they were accusing me of.

Did the agency notice I was in a violent domestic abuse situation? What the fuck! I didn’t have any control on what was happening in my life. I was abused and raped by the man who loved me. I dealt with ten days of being tortured and abused by June. Now I was dealing with the shit the agency was pulling. It was a complete table of lies and more destruction to my soul and life. Being abused was the last issue I was thinking of, especially with it being one of the main reasons the agency removed Bella and Ashley from my home.

This was nonsense from the New York City agency. This had nothing to do with any harm I had done, especially with me not being the perfect mother. I was devoted to both Bella and Ashley. They had a stable home and environment. I was always doing something for my children before I was doing it for myself until the domestic violence incident that occurred between June and me. It was an issue where June took it to the extreme. He made a mess in my life. It wasn’t the only one I was pointed my finger at. I also had to pay attention to the agency and their fucking lies and games.

It was June who removed me from my home. I didn’t leave because I wanted to leave. I was forced to do so and had to save Bella’s and Ashley’s lives. This caused me not to be part of my daughters’ lives for a moment. I was held against my will and living in hell with June. It was June who removed, by gunpoint, the man who claimed to love me. I was the one who suffered, nobody else had. My daughters weren’t hurt only by June. They were put back on the table with the law and the agency, who wasn’t paying any attention at all. It wasn’t my fault my daughters weren’t speaking or seeing me. The paperwork from the criminal court stated exactly what happened with me.

The markings on my face were from June beating the hell out of me. It was the last time my daughter Bella saw me. Bella knew I was in trouble because of the way June was behaving other than the violence and how it unfolded. The violence didn’t happen at home but out of my home, and the aftermath of the beating was what my daughters learned and saw. There was nothing wrong in my home or with either of my daughters. Being a victim shouldn’t be the cause why the agency was in my home. It was as if the devil kept playing a violent tune in my life.

It was the agency making shit and baking it to their own liking. The violence happened the night before I went missing. Before the situation occurred in my home, my home was picture-perfect for my children and myself. Nothing was out of order with anything or anyone who ever came across. I received the short end of the stick and the accusations of people who really didn’t know a damn thing. They pointed their fingers at an innocence colored woman.

What did the Department of Children Services really think? I was some lame motherfucker with my finger stuck in my ass, twirling my finger until my ass got tight and making shit different from what the issue really was? I was not going to say it was not blue. When the shit was blue, that would make me look like an asshole. But I didn’t lie about what caused my disappearance. Neither did I change any words in my story. I was honest and told the agency the truth from the beginning when I came across them.

Don’t blame a victim for her disappearance. After the impact of violence was substance abuse, especially with me escaping my abuser and coming back into the world. What the Department of Children Services was doing toward me was out of whack. How cold and rude the Department of Children Services caseworkers were. It seemed none had taken a class on dealing with victims of domestic violence because of the way the agency caseworker was treating me. It was as if I had done nothing but inflict pain, confusion, and maltreatment because of the violence I suffered.

It was bad enough I was still suffering from the pain June inflicted. Now, again, I had to deal with another kind of pain. A pain that could have come to an end the moment I came back to the world. Instead, I was put through the reign of evil over and over again due to the Department of Children Services and the ignorant worker who had put ignorant words in family court.

The outcome my ex-boyfriend had taken against me wasn’t my fault. I didn’t have a printout of my love life. All I knew was I lived life day by day with the strength of the Almighty Father. Did I realize June was going to kidnap, hold me hostage, rape, and assault me on many levels? The beast held me captive for days and nights. I didn’t know shit until I had to make a choice. They were blaming me after the ordeal of surviving the violence I experienced from June. It didn’t make any sense because if I were a white woman, I would have been treated different and the case would have never made it to the courtroom in family court. But since I was a colored woman and living in public housing, I was treated different and guilty from the first time the agency got involved.

I did what I had to do in order to save my daughters from the beast with his outrages and outbursts of evil. I did what any mother would have done, which was to save her children from evil. My ex-boyfriend wanted to murder my daughters if I didn’t leave with him. I didn’t think twice on me staying at home with June. I knew I had to make a choice, and the best choice was leaving with June. I didn’t want the bastard to hurt Bella and Ashley. Neither did I want June to end their lives because of me. I risked my freedom and removed the devil from my home. I didn’t worry about me. I worried about my children and saving them. I could deal with the pain and violence June had for me. My daughters, Bella and Ashley, had a life ahead of them. I didn’t want June to end it because of his devilish way.

The man became jealous of his own shadow when it involved me. June didn’t think about anything but him having me all to himself. Regardless if I were the mother of Bella and Ashley. June became a selfish little bitch with a dick stuck in his ass because of the stupidity he did from the moment he laid his hands on me. There were fifty words pure ignorance coming out his mouth. The devil lived within June and the words he spoke. Nothing was sweet that day, and I had done what I needed to do.

June was dangerous in all his ways. The last morning, I was in the apartment with my daughters and June. June’s appearance was different, and his view on life was dangerous and was of a man who was losing himself to the devil. June had nothing controlled, only the ugliness he produced. June’s state of mind was evil by the words he spoke out of his mouth. June did enough damage to me the night before I went missing. Now he wanted to do harm to the only people in my life I loved unconditionally. I gave my life in order to save Bella and Ashley. I would rather suffer instead of suffering with Bella and Ashley murdered by June. I left behind the only two gifts that truly loved me.

June wanted to shoot Bella and Ashley in their heads. As I listened to them choking on their blood, June would have dragged me out the room and away from the pain he inflicted on my daughters. Was I supposed to stay there and give him permission on murdering my daughters? I was scared out of my ass with the thought of June murdering my children. Especially with the deadly beating June had given me the night before. I didn’t think twice on saving Bella’s and Ashley’s lives. I got dressed and left my daughters and apartment behind. It was only to give them a life they should continue to live. I was the one who sacrificed my life in order to save Bella’s and Ashley’s lives. Those were my daughters, and I would do anything for them. Even if I had to deal with the devil himself.

I thought what I did was correct when it came to Bella’s and Ashley’s lives. I didn’t think I was going to be crucified because of doing the right decision for my daughters. I walked away from it all, not looking back on the ones I loved. Why? Because of the fear of June doing harm to my daughters and the evilness June lay on every word he spoke. The man became a different person the night before and the day of. He was a complete stranger in Bella’s, Ashley’s, and my view. Why the fuck would I stand by as June murdered my precious gifts? The agency had bullshit spitting out in paper.

The agency must be out their rabbit-ass mind with the illusion that I should have stayed and fought. Also, I should have used my phone and begged for help. Maybe calling the police could have saved me instead. Really, how was that when I didn’t have a phone? Neither did June give me the opportunity to be on my own. Besides, the outcome would have led to death automatically with Bella, Ashley, and even myself. I refused to put Bella and Ashley in more harm, especially for a phone call for help. It wasn’t as if I could also just say, June, wait, am calling for help. That would be an automatic killing spree June would have had in my apartment.

There was hatred June held with his words and all the negativity June dished out. I was afraid, knowing June was capable of murdering my precious daughters for no reason at all. Only for his own evil judgments on having me all to himself. The bastard was insane on his beliefs of love. I couldn’t love a man who was willing to harm my children. I wasn’t going to continue a love that was nothing but negative. The agency might think I should or could have done things different. But in all reality, nobody walked in my shoes. No one knew what I felt or had to do to get myself away from Bella and Ashley.

Love wouldn’t cause a man to harm the family he loved. June had become a worthless piece of shit with all the shit he did that day. It sure wasn’t the man I fell in love and felt safe with. The man I knew disappeared and was replaced with a demon. The animal standing in my view was filled with evilness and hate in his heart. Nothing June did had made any sense. He spoke ugly words against my family. My family had welcomed June with open arms. My daughters, Bella and Ashley, were willing to open their hearts on loving June in time. As time grew between them all, June made everything right until the day he decided to flip the table and do something no one expected at all.

I didn’t understand how a man who loved me turned out to be cold and evil toward every action of my being. I never disrespected or disregarded June’s feelings at any time. Then why did June do this to my family? A family who opened their arms and hearts to him, giving him true love and understanding at all points of life. This was a stranger in front of us and was evil. June had nothing but destruction in his mind and heart. Because if June loved me, June would have realized the harm he had done. No, the asshole kept rolling in a pen of shit. June had his part in bringing the Department of Children Services in my life as well as my daughters’ lives.

This motherfucker really went out of pocket. With all the shit June was doing toward my family, I was the only one who had the motherfucker’s back. Then why the fuck did June behave this way? I had no correct answer to this question. June wanted things under his control. Little did June know he was making a list. A list of people he was destroying, especially with what June had done to my daughters. How he betrayed Bella and Ashley with his ignorance and violent ways against their mother.

I could not only blame June for harming us. The Department of Children Services did so as well. They tore my family apart from their own neglect and the unprofessionalism the New York City agency performed on my life. The way the agency let a caseworker make tales that weren’t true by all means. Fight after fight was all I was given. The agency didn’t have an ounce of proof against the claims. They were only going by a tale the caseworker made. The way her fingers and mouth told a lie, especially how I cared for Bella and Ashley and how I wasn’t able to manage my home or my life. Let alone Bella’s and Ashley’s lives because of my multiple sclerosis. The accusations continued to add up to a list the agency provided to the court.

The domestic violence and my disappearance was because of my boyfriend. I should have been looked at differently and given a bit of empathy on what I dealt with. I wasn’t at all looked at as a victim. But I was considered a woman who didn’t stand by her children and let the man she once loved remove and cause damaged to her flesh and mind.

The Department of Children Services caseworker was nothing but a piece of shit. From beginning to end, the caseworker did nothing but harm my family with her tales and moved me around their justice system. A system that was out of control on knowing and believing the facts. If the agency wanted, they could have checked out the report in criminal court. The agency would have learned the charges filed against June because of what he had done to me.

I didn’t get a chance to heal from the abuse from June. Neither did I get a chance to explain my side. The Department of Children Services caseworker was flipping words to her own delight. This caseworker wanted to add another family to her column. A column of separating families instead of keeping them together. The agency, knowing the truth, didn’t pay any attention to it. Instead, they continued forward with their charges. They were a mess of ignorant caseworkers with no value in their words. At least in my case, where it was known, the ordeal that I dealt with was how the criminal court looked at me as a victim and the family court put me through the ringer.

Even when the truth was at the caseworker dispense, the caseworker turned away, making nonsense. It wasn’t hard to check out the paperwork from the police department. No, the agency turned a blind eye to the documents, which they could ask for in the police station, where my case was formed, of me missing and being abused by June. The agency caseworker could have used her authority on requesting the paperwork. Instead, the woman didn’t pay any attention to the information at all. In the agency caseworker’s eyes, I was a piece of shit with no value in any words I said. Neither was there any reports on my criminal case.

It was funny when the accusations against me were false. I fought on returning back into the world. I was taken away from it by force. Now I would stand my ground, regardless of the emotional and physical pain I was in. This was not fucking right at all. I felt like I was dealing with a bunch of assholes, wasting time, money, and energy on a situation that could be produced in many ways. Ways on clearing their theory and my name. Instead of sitting with their asses on a case with no justification and accusing me for the agency’s own delights.

How was I again being revictimized by the Department of Children Services? The claims from the past were unfounded. The Department of Children Services tried to use those past reports against me in a new case they filed. Because I never did anything before or now, this case was a bowl of nonsense on all the accusations the agency performed. I was innocent before because I did nothing wrong. Again, I would be proven innocent because I did nothing wrong all over again.

I didn’t understand the nonsense from the agency. My case was an open-and-shut case because I wasn’t the one who harmed a hair on Bella’s and Ashley’s body. Neither did I ever abuse them verbally or physically. I gave each one of my daughters a well-balanced life. There was balance in their home, social life, and the life they lived. Nothing was ever out of place until June had removed me from our home. I took great care of Bella and Ashley. I never let anyone take control of my household. I did it all in taking care of Bella and Ashley. Even when I felt sick, I found the energy within myself to do my parent duties.

I was innocent, but the Department of Children Services caseworker lied with her words against me, making shit her way without the knowledge of the truth. Even the untruth of me assaulting my daughters and leaving marks on their bodies and using drugs. I was clean on the bogus claims. Bella and Ashley didn’t have any marks and weren’t abused. Why the fuck would the caseworker use shit that weren’t true? It showed what type of agency I was about to deal with—a bunch of fuckups from beginning to end.

The past reports stated I had a clean, stable home and no signs of drug activities in my home. Bella and Ashley had more than enough. They had beds and food to eat. Nothing was out of place, and they were living in a safe environment. Their clothes were up-to-date and clean. They had activities from books, toys, computer, and television. Cable was installed on all the television, with internet in the apartment. I was a good mother on the agency-passed reports. But I was guilty because of the old reports. It didn’t make any sense at all.

I guess I had no one in my corner with this fight. It was a fight against the City of New York and an agency with nothing but bogus claims. I fought against my abuser, and at the end, I won. I was treated like shit in the police station. And with that, I swept it under the rug of life. I was treated as a victim but felt like a criminal. How the fuck did that happen? Maybe being a colored woman, I wasn’t treated the same as a white woman. There was no amount of sweet justice in my area of life.

I was locked inside a room all night and most of the day. I didn’t have the freedom to go home so I could rest after the hell of a night I dealt with. I couldn’t clean my body from the pissed pants I had on. Neither couldn’t I comb my hair and look a little decent. I looked like a mess, an abused woman with urine-stained pants and bruises on my flesh. I bet if I wasn’t a colored woman,