“I ran for the front door, but he dragged me back by my hair” The night before I jetted off on holiday Josh Gray, then 20, came over and asked if I would be his girlfriend.
‘Yes,’ I beamed, kissing him.
It was November 2014, and it’d been ‘will-they-won’t-they’ since we first met in October, at the house of Danielle, 27, my best mate.
Josh had charm, made me laugh, and I was soon in love.
Only, he had a temper when he’d been drinking, could be controlling. He started keeping tabs on me, checking my phone.
So, in January 2015, I told him it was over - but he didn’t take it well, sending me messages on Facebook all the time.
But then Danielle’s house was burgled - and…
