The Darkness Within: A heart-pounding thriller that will leave you reeling. Lisa Stone

you’re not scared of me!’ he would say, and she’d tell him she wasn’t, trying to keep her voice steady to belie how frightened she truly was. Of course she wasn’t scared of him. She loved him. While this was true some of the time, those moments were now few and far between. Even when she wasn’t in fear of him she was on her guard, walking on eggshells, constantly making sure she didn’t upset or disappoint him. It was hard work keeping him happy and the strain was taking its toll, so much so that she wasn’t sure what was worse: being attacked or anticipating it. Life was so confusing now, especially when he apologized and told her how much he loved her and that it would never happen again.

      When did her life become this difficult? She knew the answer. A week after he moved in.

      Rosie had wiped the blood from her face and cleaned the vomit from the floor, scrubbing the carpet with disinfectant until the smell of sick had gone. She often vomited after he attacked her; she thought it was from shock and the pain of being punched in the stomach. She never used to be sick – not before. She’d been very healthy and happy back then, before he’d moved in. But now even thinking about his anger and what he might do to her caused her stomach to contract and the bile to rise to her throat.

      Shane liked everything to be back to normal with no trace of ‘their fight’ when he returned, so she’d also changed out of her blood- and vomit-splashed clothes. They were in the washing machine. The duvet cover would go in once the first load had finished, and she’d already put a fresh cover on the bed. The only sign of their fight now was her swollen lip. She’d managed to stop the bleeding by pressing a wet tissue on the cut, and make-up had covered the redness and bruising around her mouth and on her cheek, but it couldn’t hide the swelling. In fact, if anything, it accentuated it.

      Had she really deserved the beating? she wondered as she examined her face again in the bathroom mirror. Was it really always her fault? Did she provoke him beyond reason as he accused her of doing? She honestly didn’t know. So much of her life had changed in the last six months that she barely recognized herself any more. Work colleagues and her mother had noticed the change in her too and had commented. Her mother, aware of Shane’s past, had never liked him and refused to have him in her house, saying he was a ‘bad lot’ and that a leopard never changed its spots. Her friends, even her best friend Eva at work, had never met Shane because she no longer went out socially. Shane didn’t like it. Rosie wished she could have confided in Eva or her mother. They might have been able to offer a fresh perspective and make some suggestions on how to help, but she knew that was out of the question. Shane had told her plenty of times that if she went blubbering to anyone he’d have to kill her, and she believed him.

      The doorbell rang, making her start. Shane? Why didn’t he use his key? Had he lost it? Quickly checking her appearance in the mirror again she glanced around the living room, making sure everything was back to normal, then gingerly went into the hall and opened the front door. Two uniformed police officers stood side by side.

      ‘Rosie Jones?’ the woman police officer asked.

      Rosie nodded, a sinking feeling hitting the pit of her stomach. Shane had promised to keep out of trouble.

      ‘I’m PC Linda Simpson and this is my colleague PC Tim Marshall. I believe you own a car with the registration number BA06 FYS?’

      Rosie’s mouth went dry and her legs began to tremble. ‘Yes. Why?’

      ‘I’m afraid there’s been an accident. May we come in?’

      Rosie stared at them, not fully understanding. She’d been expecting Shane and now this? ‘What sort of accident?’

      ‘I think it would be better if we came in to explain,’ Linda said.

      Rosie moved aside to let them in.

      ‘In here?’ the policewoman asked, nodding to the living room.

      ‘Yes,’ Rosie said, and followed them in.

      She sat on the sofa and Linda sat beside her, while Tim took the single armchair: Shane’s chair. She saw them glancing around. Were they looking for something? Her lip began throbbing.

      ‘Your car was involved in an accident earlier tonight along Bells Lane,’ Linda said, turning slightly so she could look at Rosie. ‘A person called Shane Smith was driving. Do you know him?’

      Rosie nodded. ‘He’s my boyfriend. He lives here.’

      ‘I’m sorry, he’s injured and is being treated at St Mary’s Hospital,’ Linda continued. ‘He has a nasty head injury but it isn’t thought to be life-threatening, so he’s been quite lucky considering the state of the car. You’ll be able to find out how he is later.’ Rosie nodded. ‘You knew Shane was driving your car? You gave him permission to do so?’

      ‘Yes,’ Rosie said, her voice unsteady. ‘He has a key.’

      Linda touched her arm, concerned. ‘Are you OK, love? You’re very pale. Can I get you a drink of water?’

      ‘No, I’ll be all right.’

      ‘He’s been well looked after,’ Linda reassured her. ‘But I’m afraid the car’s a write-off. He seems to have escaped with some broken bones and a head injury, but it could have been a lot worse. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?’

      ‘No,’ Rosie said. PC Tim Marshall took out his notepad and pen.

      ‘How long have you known Shane?’

      ‘Not long. He went to my school for a while.’ Rosie tried to keep her voice steady. ‘But I hadn’t seen him for years.’

      ‘And how long has he been living here?’

      ‘Four months.’

      ‘So you hadn’t been in touch with him before you became a couple and moved in together?’

      ‘No,’ Rosie confirmed. ‘I met him by chance and he had nowhere to live.’

      ‘Where was he before he came here, do you know?’ Linda looked at her carefully.

      ‘He was in prison, for something he didn’t do,’ Rosie said, and saw the look the police exchanged. Her cheeks burned.

      ‘So he came straight here then after his release?’ Linda asked.

      ‘He went to his mother’s first but she didn’t want him there.’

      Linda nodded. ‘Did he tell you why he was in prison?’

      ‘No. He didn’t like talking about it. He wanted to put it behind him and make a fresh start.’

      ‘It was for GBH – grievous bodily harm. Were you aware he’d lost his driving licence for drink-driving offences? Shane wasn’t allowed to drive.’

      ‘Oh,’ Rosie said, genuinely shocked. ‘I didn’t know.’

      ‘To allow someone to drive your vehicle if they are banned is a criminal offence,’ Tim added.

      ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t know,’ Rosie said again. ‘I put him on my insurance,’ she added, hoping this would make it better.

      ‘Driving while banned invalidates any insurance I’m afraid,’ Linda said. ‘They won’t be paying for your car.’

      Rosie looked at her. ‘Will they keep Shane in hospital tonight?’ she asked.

      ‘For quite a few nights,’ Tim said, glancing up from writing. ‘He had to be cut from the wreckage.’

      ‘Thank you,’ Rosie said politely.

      She saw them exchange another pointed glance and realized it wasn’t the reaction they would have expected, but she was a bit overwhelmed at present and struggling to take everything in.

      ‘That’s a nasty cut on your lip,’ Linda said.

      ‘I fell,’ Rosie said, her hand going nervously to her mouth.

      ‘Tonight?’ Linda