This year, he went way too far. It was Good Friday and I went to a lady's house where I was looking at some shoes I'd seen online. I was in there for about 15 minutes and that was way too long for him. In his twisted mind I was in this house doing sexual things with three guys. In reality there was only a 60-year-old woman. I came outside to find that he was gone. I sat on the footpath for five minutes and then heard screeching tires. He pulled up opposite me and said get the f--- in the car. As I got in the car, he floored it and I nearly fell out because the door was not closed yet. He began to beat me, accusing me of every horrible thing, while driving and thumping me with his fist.

I'd taken this before, but now really feared for my life as he was in such a rage. He screamed: "I'm dumping you off at your dad's." Like many abused people, I was cut off from family and friends and I hadn't seen my dad for years. He drove to my dad's house and flew into the driveway. I was in such a state that I didn't know where my phone and bag were. I also needed my dog – the poor thing was in the car and witnessed all of this behaviour. The next thing I remember is sitting in my dad's driveway a beaten, shaking mess. Dad's neighbours witnessed the whole thing and helped me to dad's door. When my dad saw me he was shocked at the state I was in. I was free, but I didn't know it yet because I was in shock.

I went inside and fell to the ground and told him everything that had happened to me over the past two years and that I'm a victim of domestic violence. I said my boyfriend had gone too far and I was in fear for my life. My dad was, of course, very shocked but understanding. I stayed at his house for at least two hours; then Dad said that we should go and get some of my stuff. I rang my (soon to be former) boyfriend and told him I was coming home to get a few things. He replied that "your f---ing stuff is already outside". His behaviour did not surprise me at all. Dad and I turned up in the driveway to find some of my belongings spread all over the front yard. My ex flung open the front door, still in a rage, yelling profanities. Dad told me to get back into the car. We drove across the road and I called triple zero. I needed the police to look after this dangerous, crazy, violent person.

I'm done and have been done with him for such a long time. He had completely drained me in so many ways that it's still hard to tell my story and breathe some days. The police were great. They were at my house within five minutes and after about 10 minutes they came out and said that they are taking him to the station and I need to make a statement of what had occurred. They also took photos of my bruises, and broken blood vessels on the surface of my arm – they looked so awful. It seemed to take a lifetime but actually was only around an hour. I felt numb and it seemed like I was in a movie – unfortunately it wasn't, but instead it was a crime committed by him on me. I would not wish this terrible traumatic violence on my worst enemy. That was six months ago now. I have my father back in my life and am seeing a professional every week to talk out everything I have been through.

I have been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder. I now have great support networks, but still battle with being scared every day. I've taken a lot out of this. Don't let anyone control, change or hurt you physically, mentally or psychologically. Always take one day at time. If you ever get a chance to get out of a violent situation, do it, because one day you may find that you don't get that chance and then it's too late. The 100 Alice Stories Project is still accepting submissions from women who want to tell their story. The project is also on Facebook. National Sexual Assault, Domestic Family Violence Counselling Service 1800 737 732

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