On one of those magically white winters nights, my mother took me in her arms and shut the doors behind her.

We left my drunken father in the name of a better life. And the name of that better life was Tom, a local gangster with the face of the devil himself.

The next thing I saw was my mother’s bloody face bashed into the ground and teeth scattered around her lifeless body.

I looked at him and thought to myself - PLEASE, DON'T KILL ME.

The intensity, the drama and harsh reality will leave you gasping.

This story has haunted me all of my life,...