…nd what had happened. I begged him to come back and talked to me. Well, that was my second mistake. He came back all right, but not to talk. He grabbed me by my ponytail, dragged me through our family room, like a cave woman, and into our kitchen where he forced my head under our kitchen sink faucet and turned on the water. He was holding my body so that me feet were dangling helplessly off the ground, his one hand around …