over. Luckily the cut or gash on my arm was looked at and checked over. I refused to go to the hospital; I didn’t want to make a bigger scene than what was already in front of us all. So, I just made sure I was stitched up and healed.

The policeman was kind and tried to get me to press charges against Sean, but I refused.

Eventually when the police offer realised, I wouldn’t press charges they left. The neighbourhood became quiet again…but it wouldn’t be for long.

The next incident when Sean decided to show me how much he ‘cared for me’ was when I came home one night and found the whole place trashed again. We had only just fixed everything for him to smash it all into pieces again. I was really upset; this time I had