IT IS POSSIBLE TO ESCAPE

Danielle Tulloch, 40

There was no gentle rousing up from my nap. His screams woke me and adrenaline immediately coursed through my body.

Gene was there, standing above me in my bedroom.

‘You owe me $100, ’ he shouted at me, spittle forming in the corners of his angry mouth.

I didn’t owe him any money. He had all my money.

He’d had every cent from me in the last three years, but I knew reasoning with him wasn’t going to work.

Suddenly, he noticed my