PORTLAND -- As all other violent crimes go down in Multnomah County, domestic violence homicides continue to rise.

Fifteen women have been killed by their boyfriends or husbands in Multnomah County in the past two years. That's nearly double the eight deaths over the previous two years.

Bobbi Clayton is a victim of domestic violence who agreed to share her story.

My favorite picture is this one, Clayton beamed while sitting at the kitchen table in her Gresham apartment. It's a picture of Bobbi on her wedding day.

Bobbi married her high school sweetheart, John. Met him my freshman year. We were inseparable, she said, holding the aged photo.

It was love at first sight for Bobbi. We met in '79 and got married in '85.

A few years later, they had a son, Justin. John was a very devoted father, Bobbi said.

But it didn't take long for things to change.

Domestic violence can be a very long-term silent killer, she coldly stated.

Over the next two decades Bobbi, now 47, said she became a prisoner in her own home, trapped in a labyrinth of mind games by an ever more controlling husband.

She said he put hidden cameras inside of the house and tracking devices in her cell phone. She tried six times to get away.

He would come and get me, whether it was the airport, I drove to Pendleton one time, across town, he knew where I was at all times, she said.

Around 2008, he was starting to snap, he was talking about killing himself. And she knew what that meant for her.

It's either we're in this together or we're not. And if we're not, we're both done.

The inevitable came the morning of May 2nd, 2009, inside their SE Portland home. Bobbi said she woke up to John holding a gun, He said to her, 'I told you years ago that if you tried leaving again that I would not go on life without you.'

Bobbi asked John if she could call her father to say goodbye, then picked up the phone.

I said, 'Hi daddy.' My voice was really, really scratchy and I was scared. 'I just want to call and say that I love you.

She told her father John had a gun. At that point she said John started getting nervous. She said he started wiggling the gun around on the bed.

I knew it was a sign he was getting nervous and I said, 'Daddy I love you but I got to go, and then hung up.

And then he shot me three times. I fell to the floor, she explained. Bobbi would survive that bedroom shooting. Her husband would not.

I have a scar here and that bullet went in my bicep, Bobbi said after she pulled up her left shirt sleeve.

Those are the physical scars that remain after the bullets shattered her shoulder, pierced her triceps and broke two ribs.

The bullets, she said while holding a box with two cold rounds inside. I keep them to show me what I survived.

And the wedding ring, she kept to show the emotional scars she's so bravely overcome.

It's been a long road but one that has to be done.

And through a quote she reads to herself every day, Bobbi is learning to live free.

From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says I have survived.

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