Finding the light

Wincing in pain, I cried out as another hefty blow from a fist sent me flying.

‘You’re getting rid of the baby!’ my boyfriend Ed, then 19, yelled at me.

‘I don’t want to,’ I sobbed.

I was just 15 and I’d been infatuated by Ed from the moment he’d approached me as I walked home from school one day.

I thought the bad men were out of my life forever

That first night we’d met, he’d taken