TRUE-LIFE
Trish Hinde, 36, Manchester
Holding my breath, I pressed myself against the floral wallpaper as I shuffled along the landing.
Wished my blue and white Care Bear pyjamas would make me invisible.
Nearly there, I thought, slowly edging past Dad's bedroom door.
It was a cold morning in 1993, I was 6, and noiselessly heading to the kitchen for breakfast before school.
Only then Dad's voice boomed out.
‘Trisha, come in here,’ he called.
Cold dread landed in the pit of my stomach, but with Dad's foul temper, it was best to do as he said.
I creaked open the door and trudged into
