Disclaimer: I don't own it.

A/N: If you like Rock, don't read this. If you want a happy, marriage type of short fic, don't read this either. And be wary of the typos that will probably pop up here and there.

Part 1

Jill put her hand to her cheek, shocked as she felt pain coming from where she had just been slapped. She looked at the man before her, and he looked just as horrified as she.

Both were frozen in there current positions; the brunette with her hand to her cheek, ignoring the pain that came from there because she just couldn't believe he actually hit her; and the blond-haired man stared at her with his eyes wide, trying to figure out what he'd just done, he had never hit a woman before, and couldn't believe that he had done so now.

After a few minutes of both just standing there, not saying anything, anger finally settled over the farmer. No, she wasn't just angry anymore as she had been in the beginning of their argument, she was furious.

"Did you just hit me?" Jill looked at her husband, her voice rising with each word. "How DARE you HIT me!"

The man finally seemed to regain some of his composer, "Jill I didn't mean to -"

"Like hell!" She was yelling at full volume. She was dimly aware that their children could hear them yelling, and must be hiding in their room, their eldest with his younger two siblings, telling them that everything would be fine - or that their teenage son was being held back by his younger siblings, those two trying to stop the angered young man from coming out and beating his father for hitting his mother.

With that thought, she was able to slightly lower her voice, she pointed to the door with her free hand. "Leave."

"But - " He tried to protest, but his wife wouldn't let him.

"LEAVE. Now!" Jill said in a some-what controlled voice, but the anger that she felt could be heard clearly. "Take your shit, and leave my house, now."

Her husband was protesting now, and as the man jabbered away that he couldn't leave their home in the middle of the night, or some other reason, Jill walked around their messy bedroom - having been added along with a few other rooms for their three children a few years back when Jill realized she could actually afford it, and that her property was big enough for the extension - and gathered up his dirty clothes he left lying around, ignoring some of the other clutter she had been neglecting to clean up from the past few days, and shoved his clothes in his arms.

"Go." One word, but the look in her eye said he'd better leave now, before things got even worse than they already were.

So he bit his tongue, turned around, and left the house. Where he went at this time of night, Jill really didn't care. Not at this point in their marriage anyway.

After seeing him leave, the usually calm woman took a few deep breaths to let out some of the anger. She finally felt the full force of the sting on her cheek, and she winced a little. I should put some ice on it, maybe that'll help.

She then went to her kitchen, passing through the living room - a major contrast to her bedroom - where she stood a bit, looking at the door across from hers, a bookshelf beside it, and thought of her children. One more bedroom door was adjacent to where her own bedroom door was at, placed where she used to sleep, before the extension. She would have to see if they were okay, and maybe, hopefully, they slept through her and Rock's arguments, though she doubted it from all the noise they made.

She sighed, and continued walking to the kitchen, door swinging open as she headed toward the fridge to get an icepack. She maneuvered her way around the dining table she had placed in the middle, and found what she was looking for in the freezer. She put it to her reddened cheek, trying not to wince from touching it.

She closed the freezer door, and pulled out one of the dining room chairs so she could sit. She was still angry, but it had cooled down. Jill tried to not let her mind wonder too much about what had just happened, but she felt that her accusation against the man she vowed to 'cherish' and 'love until one of them died' was correct.

Thinking about what had happened all those months, she was surprised she didn't catch on sooner. That lying, no good lazy bastard. She didn't blame herself though, because she couldn't be responsible for his actions, but she did blame herself for falling in love with Rock when she was only twenty, a college dropout who had nothing better to do that take over the farm her dead father had found, and wanted her to have.

Sixteen years later, she didn't expect to find herself sitting in a kitchen with an ice-pack on her cheek because her husband hit her.

That action in itself was the last straw, she didn't have patience for the man anymore.

To Be Continued