Sheelagh sat at the end of her bed hunched up and shaking. Blood was pouring out of her nose and tears were staining her face as she sat there basically waiting for more.
"SHEELAGH, you stupid slut where are you? GET HERE NOW. WHERE'S MY SHIRT I NEED MY SHIRT COME HERE NOW YOU STUPID SLUT"

Sheelagh heard his heavy feet coming pounding up the stairs. She was scared, really scared now. She knew she was going to get hit again. Why? Why would he do this to her? What had she done to deserve this? She'd always been loyal to him and she'd given him 3 beautiful children. Before, his excuse was the drink and he didn't mean it. But he wasn't drunk this morning. Why?

"SHEELAGH" he shouted as he came into the room. "WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER ME? WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE GET UP COME ON GET UP."
"I'm sorry Patrick I was just erm i was just..."
"COME ON SPIT IT OUT OR I'LL SPIT IT OUT FOR YOU"

Patrick hit her round the face and she fell to the floor in tears and clutching her face.
"Ow," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry," said Patrick, "You know I wouldn't do it if you didn't make me"
"Ow," she sobbed again.
"COME ON GET UP IT DIDN'T HURT THAT MUCH"
Patrick pulled her up to her feet and Sheelagh still held her face. He looked her up and down and then pushed her to the door saying;
"GO AND IRON MY SHIRT SLUT"
Sheelagh hit her head on the door and started crying again.
"STOP CRYING, YOU'RE PATHETIC. GO AND IRON MY SHIRT"
He pulled her to her feet again and this time opened the door and pushed her out of it. Sheelagh got back her balance and quickly ran down the stairs. Her mouth was bleeding as well as her nose now and the tears were running into the blood. The taste in her mouth made her feel sick so as she got into the kitchen she spat into the sink. Unfortunately, Patrick saw.
"You disgusting woman."
He was really quiet and sincere and it scared her. She could cope when he was screaming and balling but not when he was like this.
He swung to hit her but as he did he knocked the iron over making it burn the carpet.
"LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE NOW"
He hit out again this time slapping her in the same place as before making the mark stand out more. Sheelagh fell to the floor again.
"GET UP AND IRON MY SHIRT"
Sheelagh did as she was told and picked up the iron on her way up. She ironed the shirt and held it up to him.
"Do it again, there's a crease"
"What? Where?"
"I SAID DO IT AGAIN SLUT."
He hit her again but she stayed standing hard and cold. She'd had enough now, she may have deserved it at first but not now she thought to herself.
Sheelagh ironed the shirt and handed it to him. He put it on and went. As soon as she heard the door click, she fell to the floor and sobbed into her hands.
"Why me?" she cried, "Why me?"