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told him to stop.
    The minute I said to him, “We shouldn’t be here; we should be somewhere else away from here.” He glares at me with that cold look in his eyes.
    As he gripped my throat, I stared right into his eyes; right through his angry, green, evil eyes, and the anger in them turned into a scared and haunted, terrified look. He then let go slowly of his tight grip, his eyes turning from being frightened to confused. I started to wish that I had kept my big mouth shut.
    His face changed quickly to that of an angry one; again tightening his grip around my neck, squeezing and tightening the very breath from my body.
    Everything turned to darkness, and I could hear screams in the background like everything was in slow motion.
    “Let go of her, she’s turning blue! Let her go now! Let go, you’re killing her! STOP!!”
    I felt my throat being crushed into the back of my neck. I was utterly helpless. As I came around from the darkness, his sister had me back up on the chair telling me it was okay.
    “You’re ok, Dana. Hon, look at me.”
    I looked at her, my vision blurred by my tears and probably a swollen eye.
    “Here, this will calm your nerves.”
    She handed me a double shot of vodka. It wasn’t my nerves that needed calming. I knew I needed to be at the hospital getting medical attention. I needed to make sure my baby was okay. I threw the drink that she had just handed to me on the floor.
    I had survived. I couldn’t believe it. It was easily the worst fight yet, but I still felt like I couldn’t do anything. I hurt everywhere all over my body. I could barely move, but that didn’t stop him. He rushed at me again and punched me in the eye that was almost swollen shut.
    I felt his thick gold rings crush my eye. My tears stung my face. He punched repeatedly.
    “Do you want me to fucking kill you? Do you?”
    I should have kept my mouth shut, but told him we should leave here I didn’t think before I had spoken, the words had just fallen out of my mouth. I couldn’t rewind and take them back. I knew he was totally and completely losing it. It was like walking on eggshells, saying the right things at the right time; the things that he would want to hear so that I didn’t make him angry. This time though I had totally fucked up.
    I was dead. That was it. I was gone, and he kept on and on at me.
    “Do you? Do you, bitch? Do you want me to? I will fucking do you in good and proper. Is that what you want?”
    “No,” I cried in my head but wishing he would so it would all be over, and I wouldn’t have to live this nightmare for another day.
    He was spitting and slobbering all over the place, like an angry out of control pitbull. He came and sat down right beside me so I couldn’t make a run for it, even though I was in no condition to do so. It was my own fault; I had set him off without meaning to. There was nowhere hide, nowhere to escape to.
    I was shaking with terror and the more that I shook, the more he liked it, like he was getting some kind of sick thrill out of hurting me.
    I could feel the blood running down my face, into my mouth and down my neck like someone had just thrown a warm glass of water at me
    He spat in my face and pushed me down to the floor, and stood over the top of me. As I looked up through the blood and tears that pooled in my eyes, I saw the bottom of his boot ready to stomp all over my head.
    “Please stop.”
    I begged and begged him over and over.
    “Please don’t do this to me, to our baby.”
    I heard someone shouting and then trying to grab him off of me. It was his sister.
    “You are going to kill her! That’s enough! Stop it! You’re killing her! Get off! How do you expect her to stay with you if you’re scaring and beating her to fucking death?”

    After that, Ian decided that he had had enough of Edinburgh, so he packed us off back to Argyll. I was six months pregnant with a healthy bump, and the bruises were healing and the swelling in my face was nearly