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on his jeans and shirt.
'Where do you want to start?' he asked
She looked around the room at the stacks of boxes piled up.
'We're in here now, guess that's as good a place as any.'
Steven nodded and they started unpacking: boxes of clothes to be distributed between wardrobes and drawers. Steven had never liked stereotypes, but did find it amusing that he had one box marked shoes, while his wife had four.
'You can never have enough shoes.'
'Yes,' he said 'Yes you can.'
She shook her head, opening her third box of shoes.
'It's just something you men will never under…' She stopped mid-sentence and stared into the box. At first, she looked confused.
'What's up?' he asked.
She looked from the box to her husband. He saw tears forming in her eyes, and then her cheeks flush with rage.
'You bastard!' she screamed, and then ran to the en-suite bathroom, the door clicking loudly behind her.
Steven froze in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Julia sat on the toilet with the seat down. Tears had streaked her face. Her mind raced with thoughts. How could he have done this to her? She had already been through so much.
'Julia?' he asked through the door. 'What's the matter? Why have you locked yourself in there?'
She couldn't believe he needed to ask. Did he really believe that he would just get away with it?
'Nothing,' she said in a tone that didn't do anything to hide her anger.
'Open up then.’
She got up, looking in the mirror to wipe the tears from her face. She wouldn't let him see those. She barged past him.
'What's wrong?' he asked
It was as though he had no idea what she was angry about. She looked at him with her mouth gaping, unable to believe why he was having such difficulty seeing why she was upset. She shook her head and bent down to pick up the shoes from the box.
'For God's sake,' Steven shouted, making her jump. 'Will you just answer me? What's the matter with you?'
Now she felt a spark of rage. She grabbed the red stiletto and threw it at him hard.
'Give these back to your fucking whore!' she screamed.
'What?' he said exasperated.
'Those aren't mine, Steven. So whose are they?'
He took the shoe and looked at it.
'They must be yours. You have so many, no wonder you forget a pair now and again.'
'They're not even my size, Steven,' she screamed. 'They're miles too big for me. Your slut must have massive feet.'
'Perhaps they're Wendy's, or her sister's, they're always leaving stuff here.'
'Oh please, Steven,' she said. 'Neither Wendy or her sister would be seen dead in anything that tacky. Was she a fucking prostitute?'
She threw the other shoe, hard. It connected with Steven's forehead, the heel scraping the skin.
'Owww,' he screamed.
'Get out!' she screamed.
'Julia, calm down!'
Fire rose from her belly and ignited the furnace of anger in her mind.
'Don't tell me to calm down!' She screamed. 'You think you have any right to tell me to do anything ever again? I want you out of this house. I want you out of my life!'
Steven stepped forward and slapped her.
'Shut up!' he yelled. 'You're getting hysterical.'
Julia held her face. Never before had Steven even looked like he would raise a hand to her. Even in their worst arguments, it was just something she did not believe that he would do. Now he had done it. He had hit her. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but fierce enough to sting.
For the first time in their marriage, she felt scared of him. He looked at her, rage still burning in his eyes. For a moment, she thought he would hit her again.
A clicking sound from behind disturbed her thoughts; she turned to look what it was. A bright flash of white light appeared just behind her. Like the one she had witnessed in the attic, only this one was definitely in the room. The ball of light appeared for a split second, floating in the middle of the room. Its flash lit up the walls around her.
Forgetting for a moment what had just occurred between them she turned to
'Where do you want to start?' he asked
She looked around the room at the stacks of boxes piled up.
'We're in here now, guess that's as good a place as any.'
Steven nodded and they started unpacking: boxes of clothes to be distributed between wardrobes and drawers. Steven had never liked stereotypes, but did find it amusing that he had one box marked shoes, while his wife had four.
'You can never have enough shoes.'
'Yes,' he said 'Yes you can.'
She shook her head, opening her third box of shoes.
'It's just something you men will never under…' She stopped mid-sentence and stared into the box. At first, she looked confused.
'What's up?' he asked.
She looked from the box to her husband. He saw tears forming in her eyes, and then her cheeks flush with rage.
'You bastard!' she screamed, and then ran to the en-suite bathroom, the door clicking loudly behind her.
Steven froze in shock, wondering what the hell had just happened.
Julia sat on the toilet with the seat down. Tears had streaked her face. Her mind raced with thoughts. How could he have done this to her? She had already been through so much.
'Julia?' he asked through the door. 'What's the matter? Why have you locked yourself in there?'
She couldn't believe he needed to ask. Did he really believe that he would just get away with it?
'Nothing,' she said in a tone that didn't do anything to hide her anger.
'Open up then.’
She got up, looking in the mirror to wipe the tears from her face. She wouldn't let him see those. She barged past him.
'What's wrong?' he asked
It was as though he had no idea what she was angry about. She looked at him with her mouth gaping, unable to believe why he was having such difficulty seeing why she was upset. She shook her head and bent down to pick up the shoes from the box.
'For God's sake,' Steven shouted, making her jump. 'Will you just answer me? What's the matter with you?'
Now she felt a spark of rage. She grabbed the red stiletto and threw it at him hard.
'Give these back to your fucking whore!' she screamed.
'What?' he said exasperated.
'Those aren't mine, Steven. So whose are they?'
He took the shoe and looked at it.
'They must be yours. You have so many, no wonder you forget a pair now and again.'
'They're not even my size, Steven,' she screamed. 'They're miles too big for me. Your slut must have massive feet.'
'Perhaps they're Wendy's, or her sister's, they're always leaving stuff here.'
'Oh please, Steven,' she said. 'Neither Wendy or her sister would be seen dead in anything that tacky. Was she a fucking prostitute?'
She threw the other shoe, hard. It connected with Steven's forehead, the heel scraping the skin.
'Owww,' he screamed.
'Get out!' she screamed.
'Julia, calm down!'
Fire rose from her belly and ignited the furnace of anger in her mind.
'Don't tell me to calm down!' She screamed. 'You think you have any right to tell me to do anything ever again? I want you out of this house. I want you out of my life!'
Steven stepped forward and slapped her.
'Shut up!' he yelled. 'You're getting hysterical.'
Julia held her face. Never before had Steven even looked like he would raise a hand to her. Even in their worst arguments, it was just something she did not believe that he would do. Now he had done it. He had hit her. Not hard enough to leave a bruise, but fierce enough to sting.
For the first time in their marriage, she felt scared of him. He looked at her, rage still burning in his eyes. For a moment, she thought he would hit her again.
A clicking sound from behind disturbed her thoughts; she turned to look what it was. A bright flash of white light appeared just behind her. Like the one she had witnessed in the attic, only this one was definitely in the room. The ball of light appeared for a split second, floating in the middle of the room. Its flash lit up the walls around her.
Forgetting for a moment what had just occurred between them she turned to
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