Seven days previously, me and Ellis were out celebrating the news of her being pregnant.

But when we came back, her mood seemed to change.

Her back was hunched, her lips were in a constant pout, she moved around in an aggressive manner, and she was whispering to herself, whenever my back was turned, about me.

Eventually, it aggravated me, so I confronted her about it.

At first, she brushed it off as something I was making up, but soon she couldn’t deny it, so she began to shout at me, accusing me of making eyes at her sister, at her best friend, at every woman at the party.

If I could say she was wrong, I would.
But she wasn’t.

She started slapping me across the face, pulling my hair, banging her fists on my chest…

And then what happened next…

Well, I’m not proud of it. In fact, I wanted to kill myself, I was so ashamed.

She had wound me up, and now I let myself loose.

I grabbed her by the arms and threw her against the bannister of the stairs.

A minute later, the bleeding started…