The tough life of a young adult

It was whilst i was at my aunt and uncles in Danbury that i met my next boyfriend. A man by the name of John Ramsey. He was really sweet and considerate. He was staying in the night shelter as was a girl i knew. It was through this girl that i met John. I didn't much like him at first but as with most things in life, he kind of grew on me. lol. He seemed funny, kind, caring. Everything a girl could ask for in a boyfriend. He was 32 at the time and i was 18. I was very naive at that age and didn't have any real life experience. I decided i had had enough of Chelmsford. When i told him this, he suggested moving upto Brighton. Silly me agreed. We went to Brighton via coach. And for a couple of weeks when we got there, we slept rough. Something i am ashamed of to this day. After a couple of weeks, he bumped into a man he knew and we ended up being invited to stay with him. This is when i noticed a change in John. He went from being a really nice, caring guy to being moody and controlling. He made me claim income support and then took control of my money every time i got paid. He would take my money and spend most of it on him and his mates, drinking, doing drugs, getting their hair done. He would only buy the bare essentials where food is concerned. I had no say in how my money was spent. The food would last a few days and then we would have to live off bread. He was out everyday and because i didn't have a key to the property, i had to stay indoors day in, day out. The worst night of my life came one night at his friends when everyone had gone to bed. His mate slept on the sofa and me and John had the double bed. John seemed to be acting strange. I couldn't figure out what was wrong. I soon found out. He raped me. I was numb with shock. I couldn't move. I just kept saying 'no, please no, it hurts, please stop, please'. He wouldn't listen. His mate knew nothing about what was happening as he was fast asleep on the sofa across the hallway. The next few days passed and i tryed to act normal for fear of what he might do next. 5 days after the attack, he had been out again all day. He came back at about 11pm shouting his mouth off at his mate. ''WHERE IS SHE, WHERE THE F**K IS SHE?'' He came storming into the bedroom and ordered me out of bed saying we were leaving. I got up like i was told and got dressed. I asked him where we were going. So he grabbed me round the throat and shouted at me never to question him again, just to do as i was told. We left his mates and he dragged me by the wrist all the way down along by the seafront in Eastbourne. Someone saw us and called the police as the next thing i knew, there were 5 or 6 police cars pulled up beside us and John was being wrestled to the ground and had pepper spray sprayed in his eyes.
I was in such a deep state of shock, i was talking gibberish. The female officers were asking me what happened, but i couldn't answer. I was a nervous wreck. All i could do was try to use hand gestures to explain what had happened. I couldn't speak. They arrested John and took him to a seperate police station to where they took me. The female officers were so kind. They bought me a KFC and got me drinks out of the police station vending machine. They even shared their fags with me. Once i had calmed down, i gave a statement. The following day, i was given a train ticket by the police to get back to Chelmsford with. On the journey home i couldn't stop crying, thinking about everything that had happened. I was just glad that i was ok. The main thing that kept playing on my mind was Johns last words to me as he was being arrested. ''If i ever see u again, u are f**king dead''..........To be continued