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?"
