Then he'd let me go and I'd run straight into our bedsit. He'd beat me, tie me up naked, humiliate me by ordering me to make his food or clean the blood up, constantly verbally abusing me. I woke up the next day and crept out of the flat while he was sleeping. Then he would want to know if I still loved him and make me perform sexual acts on him. I went home to them once, and they sent me straight back to him, even bought me the ticket. I loved it there, being safe, miles away from him he'd never find me. The girls next door were always inviting me out but I was too afraid to go. I know he drugged me because I couldn't remember anything, and felt so cloudy. I wanted to have an abortion but couldn't go through with it. I'm in counselling but it's the one thing I don't seem to be able to recover from. But if I had made the right choices I wouldn't have suffered, be still suffering. So please please take heed if you are with a violent person male or female. He was a different religion to me too, but it never bothered me either.

This one guy, *John*, kept saying I was so beautiful, he really made a fuss of me, and I was so flattered. After that night he was everywhere I went, and he just kept telling me I was beautiful.

I started to look forward to bumping into him and eventually we started dating.

They were transferring me to another hospital, when asked if he was coming with me he said there was no point I'd just be asleep. Sneaked out the back door in work, but he would eventually find me and not leave my side. He kept his word for a while, and started treating me like his little princess again. The day his father died, he was up on charges for possessing an illegal weapon. The court was adjourned and to avoid prison, he said we'd have to leave the country. I thought this was great, I always wanted to get away. Domestic Violence Stories Abigail's Story Allison's Story Amelia's Story Anna's Story Ava's Story Becky's Story Belinda's Story Bonnie's Story Carla's Story Charlotte's Story Christine's Story Claire's Story Daisy's Story Danna's Story Donald's Story Emma's Story Evie's Story Faith's Story Family of Victim Story Fran's Story Freya's Story Gemma's Story Giulia's Story Harriet's Story Hannah's Story Hidden Talents Ingrid's Story Isabelle's Story Jay's Story Jeanne's Story Joanne's Story Julie's Story Kiara's Story Kirsty's Story Lacy's Story Lash's Story Lisa's Story Lorna's Story Louise's Story Mandy's Story Margaret's Story Mark's Story May's Story MP's Story Nadya's Story Nola's Story Orla's Story Portia's Story Rachel's Story Renee's Story Rhia's Story Sadie's Story Sarah's Story Selena's Story Shelley's Story Tanya's Story Tiffany's Story Thomas' Story Valerie's Story Varda's Story Vella's Story Zena's Story is one of the only books available on dating violence and abusive relationships that addresses young adults directly.

My parents came the next day and picked me up and brought me back to their place. He promised he would look after me, and he had a friend we could stay with. For the next two years, I was punched, kicked, strangled, raped, tied up, starved, imprisoned, stabbed, publicly humiliated, drugged. He used to drag me out by the hair kicking and screaming until I was in a ball of fear. I tried to leave but I was frog-marched back to the old flat with him. Includes facts about dating violence, tips for how to tell if your relationship is abusive, information on why dating abuse happens, and what you can do if you are being abused by (or are abusing) someone you love.

I was 19 at that time, full of hope and great passions.

I was content with life, I made friends easily and pretty much enjoyed life.

A few weeks into the pregnancy he beat me and I lost the baby.

He phoned my parents because the doctors asked him too.

There was just something about him which was controlling and manipulative.

The domestic abuse I endured was mainly verbal, physical and constant threats, but also sexual abuse, though I did not recognise it as such at the time.

He dragged me into his bedroom, ripped off my clothes and tried to strangle me. At four in the morning he gave me some of his clothes and told me I could go home if I promised not to split up with him. I left and headed to the police station, I was running and only about a hundred feet away when he caught up with me.