What followed was nothing like I could have expected or foreseen.  

The only thing I asked for the weeks that followed was some respect while he was in my home and by that I didn't want him drinking heavily.  He promised that he wouldn't and thanked me for being so kind to him by letting him stay.  Unfortunately the drinking didn't stop, in fact it got worse.  We rowed constantly.  I would come home from work and find him asleep and when he awoke he would still be drunk.  I found empty wine bottles in my recycling bin constantly.  He ate my food, he spent my money on cigarettes and more wine and what little money he did manage to get his hands on went on more cigarettes and wine, while he offered me nothing for food and keep.  I couldn't wait for him to leave.  I started to put the pressure on him to leave asap.

I came down one morning and went to feed the rabbit and guinea pigs and found both the guinea pigs dead in their enclosure.  I was obviously upset and shocked.  One of the guinea pigs hadn't been well, so that wasn't so much of a surprise but to find them both dead was.  I came indoors and he comforted me and offered to bury them in the garden.  I obviously had to break the news to my daughter.  She was also upset.  What followed was shocking.  Family and friends commented that maybe it was him!  What - surely not.  I couldn't believe that of him and why would he, I'd been good to him.  I put it to the back of my mind. 

The last straw came after being at my brothers with my daughter for the day.  We returned home to find him asleep on the sofa.  I told my daughter to go upstairs.  The neighbour; Richard who had agreed to fix his car knocked at the door to say he would get the car fixed the following day.  Apparently he had given Richard the money to get this fixed now.  I went to wake him so that he could speak to Richard.  I couldn't wake him.  I gave Richard the car key.  I shut the front door just as he was stirring from sleep.

He awoke and I very quickly realised he was drunk.  We rowed again about his drinking.  He became very abusive verbally and I told him to get out of my house.  He refused.  What followed was a verbal attack on me and I was very very scared.  Adrenalin kicked in and I faced up to him, screaming and shouting telling him to get out of my house.  I went to walk away from him and he grabbed my arm, forcing me against the hallway wall.  He got so close to my face I could feel his breath, he stared with his steely grey eyes, which no longer looked attractive but menacing and said "I hope you die like your guinea pigs.  I killed them.  That's what you get for messing with a Russian".  I grabbed him by the arm, opened the front door and threw him out.  I then dialled 999.