(none)

She turns to him, eyes clouded and screams for him to hit her, she beats his chest and arms, her 5 foot frame causes little impact,
She screams at him, thrashes, he easily restrains her.
She pushes him away, wipes the tears from face and smoothes her hair.
She bites her lip and walks away,
Shes stopped on the stairs by a friend "I'm sick"- a forced weak smile and she collects her things and goes.

She gets to the gate and doesn't look back to the frustrated face shes' walked out on,
She wont look back, can't.
Still choking she gets half way down the road before she collapses.

There, in the middle of the path, she sits, unable to hold back everything
she didn't want him to see.
She can see the busstop, she can see the motorway, she can't move.
Red and salty, she hurts, passing motorists look on, no one stops.
He tries to call, she can't speak.

Barefoot he walks up the hill, finds her in a heap, pathetic and tiny,a thousand hurts in her blurred blue eyes.
He picks her up, takes her home and gives her something to calm her down
He holds her in his arm, he doesn't understand, he holds her tight.
No one says anything, she apologises.

They wait for tomorrow.