I would never have thought in my life that my boyfriend could raise his hand against me. It seemed to me that Dima was a real angel who did not scream, did not throw jealous scenes and did not show hysterics. That day he returned late, and his instability gave away that he was drunk. I went out to meet him, but as soon as I looked up, a man's heavy hand loudly slapped my cheek. Our dog rushed to Dima, trying to protect me, but he pushed her away with great force. I screamed and ran to the pet, hugging him to myself. "The husband is out the door, and you bring men here!" - Dima barked in a voice that I never expected to hear from him. He grabbed me by the throat and pressed me against the wall. I would never have believed that he was capable of hurting me. I saw how his face distorted, and at that moment there was nothing left in him except rage. "You don't understand what you're doing," I screamed, trying to get him to come to his senses. Storm, agitated and wary, continued to growl, as if he knew how this could all end. I understood that fear and anger were accelerating in his eyes, like a storm ready to break. "You don't know me!" he answered, and there was a furious pain in his voice. This was not the Dima who gently hugged and joked. This was someone else who had captured his mind. I tried to remember what attracted me to him, but due to the growing horror it was difficult. I whispered: "I love you, Dima," hoping that these words could wake him from this madness. He seemed to freeze for a moment, but the rage only flared up with renewed vigor. At that moment I realized that I needed to act before it was too late.