Saved by a takeaway
Jun 11, 2020
3 minutes
Paisleigh England, 18, Newport
My hands grew clammy as my boyfriend Jordan, then 19, bounded into the room.
Tall and stocky, he towered over me with fury all over his face.
Clutching a kebab in his enormous fist, he growled as I glanced up at him.
‘What are you looking at?’ he roared at me.
It was November 2018 – and lately, more than ever, I couldn’t do right for doing wrong.
Well, as far as Jordan was concerned, anyway.
Either my skirt was too
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