Her head crashed against the wall this time, taking a picture frame down with her. The world around her blurred for a minute. Dazed she raised herself onto her hands and knees, and reached up to touch her forehead, only to feel liquid running down it.

'Shit.'

Her eyes widened in terror. She could feel the gash. That means she was going to have to be taken to the hospital for stitches, and he was not going to like that. The area around her darkened and she looked up to see him looming over her with a livid expression.

"What the fuck!" he growled, and grabbed her by her hair forcing her to stand. She stood facing him, wincing in pain. Tears started to form in her eyes.

"I- I -I'm sorry." She stuttered. The tears now pouring down her face. Suddenly his eyes grew cold and his frown disappeared and faded into a grim line. He raised his chin and eyed herthrough narrowed eyes. She new that look and shuddered. He was really pissed now.

He gripped her hair harder.

She tensed as she felt her scalp shifting at the force of which he held her hair. He tipped her head back to survey the wound. With a stern snarl he demanded, "Why didn't you watch where the fuck you were going you stupid bitch!"

Her voice caught in her throat, she was so frightened that she didn't know how to respond. She was caught off guard when he slammed her body against the wall. Her knees went weak, she couldn't stop trembling. She was anticipating another blow to her stomach and shut her eyes, tensing her body to prepare for the blow.

Instead he just leaned forward, his head tilting as he put his lips by her ears. He whispered in a husky voice, "Now what are you going to tell them?"

She knew what he was asking and she new the rehearsed response. " I tripped and fell on my head."

"And whhhhere did this happen?" he sneered. His lips grazing her ear this time.

"O-Outside. I-In the garden. I tripped over a hose a-and into the fence." She swallowed, the words pouring quickly from her mouth.

"Heh." she could feel his smirk. "Creative. That's my girl." he drawled. He proceeded to nibble her ear lobe tenderly, his lips soft and warm. She shivered at the feel of his teeth grazing her neck and he moved downward. She let out the breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in.

He moved away. "Now, you clean this mess, and freshen up. I'll go get your things." He turned around with a grin. His personality doing a complete 180. Suddenly he was the kind and caring husband she had married. She stared with a vacant expression as we walked out of the room.

She slumped against the wall, a new set of tears forming as she reached down to pick up the cracked picture frame that a fallen to the ground.

It was a picture of her and Garrett on their wedding day. She couldn't help but get choked up. The tears ran freely down her face mixing with the blood that had slid down her cheek. She watched as two red drops fell onto the glass of the frame.

She was such a fool then.

'Why didn't I see it?'

Relena straightened, placing the frame on the end table that she had cut her forehead on. Making her way to the downstairs bathroom, she pulled down her blouse and adjusted her skirt. On the way to the bathroom she passed by the hallway mirror.

Blood covered the left side of her face, streaming down her neck ruining the top part of her white blouse. Relena sighed and covered her eyes. She had no more tears to cry, and her eyes were feeling raw from the constant flow of tears.

'I'm so pathetic.'