By LUCY FAHEY.
“I told him we were going to the library, I took Georgia’s bottle and the library books and we never came back.”
Claire retreats to the balcony of her room in a non-descript apartment complex in the outer suburbs of Brisbane. She rolls a cigarette and fidgets with her sleeve. The ashtray is already full.
Getting out
Claire’s quiet apartment in the Chisolm refuge, a sanctuary for women escaping violent relationships, feels a world away from the chaotic household she describes.
“He’d pull me to the ground and strangle me, he’d get on top of me and strangle me. Olivia was standing there screaming, ‘stop daddy stop’…
“Before I met Jack, I thought ‘why do people stay, like just walk out’.”
Claire
“The first time where I went ‘something was wrong here’ was four or five months into the relationship,” she says.
“He just woke up, freaked out and smashed my phone, and then he put me on a phone plan under his name … but that was sort of another control. He put a bug on my phone, so he received every text message I got, every phone call he could listen in to.
“He’d know all my passwords, for Facebook, email, my bank account. He’d take my cards whenever I got paid so I’d have no access to money.”
Claire has an air of distraction as she recounts her story.
“Before I met Jack, I thought ‘why do people stay, like just walk out’,” she says. “But you can’t just walk out – he had me in such a controlled environment that there was no way of leaving with two babies.”
Claire’s daughter Georgia comes out onto the balcony, thirsty for her mother’s attention, pulling at her jeans and feigning injury.