Last night I was in tears but today I'm on the warpath

My daughter was physically attacked by her boyfriend in OUR HOME nearly a month ago. He kept her across the street from our house for over 12 hours. We were so terrified. When she finally called me at 9pm, when the police showed up, she told me she was terrified they would find the gun. I blew it off thinking she was just worried about getting arrested. Even days later when I finally got her alone she said she was just afraid they would see it. I stupidly didn't press the issue. Naomi didn't believe me. <br><br>Then last night she opened up about what REALLY happened. She was terrified they would find it because of what they did with it. Her boyfriend had shoved the gun into her vagina. I just can't stop crying. I'm so hurt and so angry. <br><br>I knew OUR HOUSE WAS OUR SANCTUARY. HOW DID I ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN. I have been fighting the urge to harm myself since finding out. I'm calling everyone and anyone I know today. I'm not holding it in. He left jail on Thursday and now he's gonna wish he never came over to our house. <br><br>Note: this happened to my daughter at 17. Please stop calling me racist. Naomi is black and does not exclude black men.