started to slam my head down into the kitchen worktop.

I’m not sure when I lost consciousness, but I awoke several hours later on the bottom of the kitchen floor with blood stains over my t shirt, and my body bruised and battered from what I can only describe as having received the beating of my life.

I struggled to make my way up the stairs to the bathroom. I wasn’t sure where Gavin was, but I needed to go and clean myself up.

As I stared into the mirror, I barely recognised myself.

I stood there for some time staring harshly at myself. I didn’t recognise the woman looking back at me anymore. In fact, I just wasn’t sure where she had gone. My dishevelled and blood ridden hair was hiding me.