I shall call them Simon and Chris for ease in this story I was sat watching tv. I had fallen asleep a couple of times. Maybe I should have taken myself to bed, but I hadn’t got the energy. I was comfortable. I’d had a glass of wine. They were out, again. It was just gone past eleven o’clock. I really should have just gone to bed. That would mean moving. Outside, I heard their voices. Shouting. Angry. The security light snapped on outside. A beam of light shot through a crack in the curtains. Someone slammed against the front door, it opened, Simon came straight into the lounge. Shouting. As so ..read more