I was lost in thought when my ear phones were ripped out and I was struck on the side of my face. Before I had time to react I was pushed up against the island in the kitchen.

"You, stupid bitch! Are you even listening to me?" yelled Nick, he was furious. His eyes held anger and frustration.

"Nick, I'm sorry! I had my ear phones in. I couldn't hear you, baby" I replied running my hand down his arm, well attempted to because he slapped it away.

"Don't baby me, upstairs now" said Nick still fuming. I had become used to his random mood swings, when he was angry he'd hurt me and then he would cry and apologise for it saying he wouldn't do it again but when he would get mad again he would lash out at me again.

"But I'm doing the dishes, ok you go up and I'll be there in a few minutes" I said to him. I turned away from him to finish the dishes that were left in the sink.

"Taylor! you're not listening to me" said Nick as is if he was talking to a two-year-old. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as if to control his anger and not lash out.

"Baby, I said I was coming. Just let finish these dishes and then I'll come upstairs with you" I said to Nick. He pushed me in to the island a little harder and it started to hurt my back.

"I was asking nicely but I could also drag you up those stairs" said Nick menacingly.

"Ok…Okay let's go" I said backing down. I followed him up the stairs wondering what I had done now. Being around Nick I had to be really careful like walking on eggshells never knowing what could trigger his mood swings.

Once we both arrived in the bedroom that we both shared when he was at home, I looked around to see the whole room trashed my clothes and his all over the room. "Oh god, what happened?" I asked him looking around the room as clothes litter the entire room.

"I can't find my shirt" mumbled Nick looking around the room. Before turning to glare at me as if it was my fault that he couldn't find his shirt.

"Nick, you have a wardrobe full of shirts for crying out loud. It's going to take ages to iron and hang these clothes back" I said a little frustrated at his behaviour, he was acting like a child right now. All he had to do was looking in the wardrobe and he would find it. If he couldn't he should have asked me before trashing the whole room.

I was about to walk past him towards the bed when he grabbed hold of my arm roughly pulling me in to his chest. "I want my black shirt and I can't find it" hissed Nick.

"Nick just wear some other shirt, I'm tired. Plus, I have to go to do the groceries and drop Nathan off at your mom's" I said to him pushing him in his chest but he didn't even move.

"Find it now" growled Nick stubbornly not willing to budge on the topic of his shirt.

"OK, I will if you let go of me" I said I knew I was pushing my luck. Nick wouldn't tolerate me speak back to him or mouthing off. It never bodes well for me when I do.

Nick lets go off me then slammed me in to the wooden wardrobe with both arm caging me in. "Don't use that fucking tone with me, you bitch!" yelled Nick.

I saw Nick raise his hand and I closed my eyes and got ready for a beating. When I didn't feel it I opened my eyes. He was smirking at me. I didn't have time to react when he did hit me, I fell to the floor and he stood over me.

"That's what you get for answering me back." he sneered. He pulled me up by my hair and then slapped me again. I let out a low whimper not wanting to startle Nathan who was getting ready in the other room to go see his grandma. Nick pulled me to my feet and started pulling down my shirt that had rode up.

"Momma, I finished getting ready." I heard my four-year-old say, Nick let go of me and moved away from me. He was sulking and I knew what that meant for me after I dropped Nathan off, there was no one to save me from Nick's wrath.

"Honey I'm sorry, give me a few minutes and I'll find it for you" I said hoping that it would save me from getting beaten.

"Fine, hurry up" said Nick storming out the room. I heard him talking to Nathan asking him if he was excited to see his grandma. Nick was such a good father to Nathan, hell he was a great husband when he wanted to be. I just had to make sure that I didn't do anything to make him angry.