The party came to an end, Keith dragged me home and I came under his dominating attitude again.

He yelled about my drunken state at the party, which I thought he must have forgotten about it.

I ignored his usual tantrums when my phone rang.

I touched my bag but noticed the sound was coming from behind, u turned around seeing I left it on top of a wooden chair.

I ran down to answer, Keith picks it up and the minute he looked at the caller, his face suddenly changed.

He passed my phone to me and stormed to his bedroom, I checked and Stan was the caller.

I...