~*~More Than That~*~

It was late Friday night. The rain was pouring and traffic was horrible. She was late again. She was hoping Scott would be asleep. Carol touched the bruise on her face. She flinched. Carol pulled into the driveway of their home slowly hoping that Scott was asleep.
"Where were you?" Scott asked as she stepped in. Carol could smell the alcohol in his breath.
"I had to finish some things at the office," she answered. She walked past him and began to walk up the stairs when he grabbed her.
"Liar!" he yelled at her. "You were out with your lover, weren't you?"
"What are talking about?" she cried. "You're hurting me!" She tried to pull him away but he was too strong.
"Shut up bitch! Talk only when I tell you to talk!" he scolded. She began to cry. "Stop crying and clean this crap!" he commanded, kicking the beer cans. He walked up the steps leaving Carol crying on the floor.