Got the f*%k outta there

Yeah, so I'm an idiot running off with a guy I had just met.  Turns out he was abusive.  I lost all my desire to write.  He would throw me around and pin me down and...you get the point.  He was also mentally abusive and controlling.  When I told him I was leaving he threw a two year old style fit.  Then he threw water on my suitcase (that had my laptop in it and wasn't closed) and then soaked me.  As some of you might suspect I got pissed off.  I went to smack him but he caught my arm then put his hands around my neck.  I have never screamed so loud in my life.  Then he threw me into a computer desk.  Needless to say, I hit the ground crying.  Later I was told that he had gone back into the living room, dropped to the floor, and started crying "What have I done?!".  The cops were called and they took him outside to talk to him, I guess to get his side of the story.  I peeked out of my room to see what was going on.  I quickly pulled back in when I saw him.  A bruise where his thumb was had already developed.  He went to jail for two days.  Apparently the standard sentence for domestic violence, not to mention he was already on parole.  So he's screwed and I'm scared.  The first night I was home I wanted to sleep with the lights on because I was so scared even though he was in jail.  School of Hard Knocks, I'm a full time student.