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off, Di." Diane exited the room just in time to avoid the pillow Jerry had just flung at the door, and headed for her own bedroom. They had had separate bedrooms for seven years. Diane had returned to her childhood bedroom, where she felt safe and unharmed by her husband’s actions. The door is only wood, Diane. It won’t stop him forever. Using the set of keys once more, she unlocked the white-panelled door and went inside. The room was a pale yellow, decorated with delicate floral ornaments. It had always been yellow. Diane smiled every time she looked at the walls of her bedroom:  sunrise on a winter’s day. A beech laminate floor lay beneath a fluffy chocolate-coloured rug. Diane spent most nights curled up in the warmth of the rug, hiding from the world and the fists of her husband. To the right of the rug sat a small round table, covered with lace, and on top: a canary yellow circular vase donning twelve red roses. Diane looked at the roses and sighed.
    "I suppose I should throw them now he's gone, but they are quite beautiful." As she placed her keys back in her bag, Jerry entered the room.
    "Are you talking to yourself again? Crazy old-"
    "And why exactly are you in my doorway, Jerald? I thought we had an agreement. I stay out of your door, and you stay out of mine."
    "Well, as far as I see, you broke the rules first. And anyway, I’m only here to accept your apology for storming in on me and Janine." He shrugged at her.
    "I haven't apologized, Jerry."
    "Yeah, but you’re going to." Jerry winked and strode across the small room; pushing her against the tall white wardrobe. "You interrupted my big finish, Di. I think you owe me at least that much?"
    "Is she still in your bed, Jerry? Did you leave her there to come beat your wife up and then go fuck her? Does she get off on wife-beaters, eh?" Diane spat at the gorilla in front of her.
    "You think you're so high and mighty - don't you, Di? I'm going to bring you down a peg or two." Jerry grasped her neck with his right hand and pushed her back harder. The glass of the wardrobe's mirrored door smashed, and Diane felt the glass bury itself into her shoulder.
    "Get out of here, Jerry, before I get angry." She smirked at him, and looked into the violet eyes that haunted her dreams. Be brave, Diane . "Do you think I care who you sleep with? I don't give a shit. Just make sure they're gone by the time I get home."
    "Well, I would, but you're never here. You’re always out drinking your weight in vodka. Where do you go, eh Di? Kicking it out in the slums with the poor boys? Eh? Got a little bit of a Mrs. Robinson thing going on, do you? Promise them the world? Yeah, I think you do. I think you might have loved one or two of them."
    "Stop it."
    "Ouch, did I touch a nerve?" Jerry looked down Diane's body as the blood soaked her crisp white blouse. "Or was it an artery? What was his name, do you remember? James Macclesfield. He was only 26 you know? God, Di. They're getting young, aren't they?"
    "Wasn't that Janine from down the market? You know she's 17, right? Cradle robbing was always your style. At least you're consistent, I'll give you that much." Jerry shoved her on to the bed, still holding her neck.
    "Don't you ever shut up, Di? You always make me hurt you. Every time: it's your fault, Diane. You're just as weak as your mother: You're pathetic, the pair of you." Jerry picked up a photo frame from the bedside cabinet. "I'll tell you one thing though: she was a piece, your dear old Mum. I wouldn't say no to that face." He smashed the frame on the corner of the cabinet, and dragged the picture out of the broken glass. "Not looking so good now is she? Blood on her face and glass through her tits. Looks a lot like you last month, doesn't she, Di? How is that heeling? Shall I add another scar to the collection: my little trophies on my little trophy wife." He bit her cheek and she screamed. The blood ran hot down her face.
     
    You can do this. You know you can do this.