Enemies within

Waking up with a jolt, bleary-eyed and my head throbbing, I screamed. It was summer 1994 and my fiancé Kevin, then 25, was standing over me, beating me.

I leapt out of bed but he grabbed me, throwing me against the wardrobe.

My nose cracked, blood poured everywhere.

Fleeing the room, I quickly grabbed a coat and ran to my parents’.

‘He’s not the man I thought he was,’ I sobbed.

I’d been with Kevin since 1989.

At first, he’d been a romantic.