Dianne walked up to her apartment door, shaking from the shivering winds outside.
She turned the key and opened the door, dropping her stuff immediately.
She quietly closed the door and took some paracetamol out of the cupboard as well as a bottle of water.
She took her earphones out, and as soon as she did she froze.
She heard... noises.
Coming from the... bedroom.
'Anthony?' She shakily called out, hoping she wasn't hearing things.
Slowly, she made her way over to the bedroom door and pushed it open slightly.
She instantly regretted it.
~~~
Joe shoved his apartment door open, getting strange looks from Byron and Emily.
He dropped his stuff and stormed past them into the kitchen, putting his phone on charge.
'Mate, why aren't you training?' Byron asked, a look of confusion over his face.
Joe sighed, turning to face him.
'Di didn't turn up, so I left. She's there now but I can't be bothered to go all the way back.'
He picked up a glass and filled it with water before collapsing back on the couch.
'I'll talk with her tomorrow, I'm just really annoyed.'
Emily but her lip, sighing.
'Did you let her explain?'
He shook his head, feeling bad.
'I was just too pissed off to think.'
They nodded, looking at the tv.
'How about we watch a movie?'
~~~
'I can't believe you!' Dianne shouted once Anthony had come out of the bedroom, she had forced the blonde he was sleeping with out.
'Babe, it's not what it looks like-'
She stared at him with dagger eyes, even though they were full of tears.
'I can't believe you!' She let a tear fall down her cheek.
'I trusted you.' She said, her bottom lip trembling.
'I trusted you!' She yelled pushing him back.
He grabbed hold of her wrist, pushing her against the wall.
'I can explain-'
Dianne could tell he was getting angrier by the minute, but so was she.
'Explain what?!' She laughed through her tears, but immediately set a straight face.
'That you f*cking some blonde was a mistake? That you didn't mean to?!'
After she'd said that, she felt a sharp sting on her left cheek before her wrist was twisted. Anthony didn't loosen his grip from her wrist, which was turning a purple colour from the bruising.
Dianne ignored the pain, knowing it would make her look weak.
With all her strength, she shoved him onto the floor scattering to the other side of the room.
'Were done, I'm leaving.'
She said, while grabbing a few of the things she needed and shoved them into a bag.
She wiped the tears away from her cheeks, but she saw blood when she brought her hand down.
She glanced into the mirror beside her, bringing her finger up to the deep cut on her cheekbone.
It was leaving a crimson trail down her cheek, streaking as it mixed with the salty tears that wouldn't stop slipping down her cheeks.
Shakily, she stood up and sighed when the pain in her head and the dizziness came back.
She knew she had to leave.
Go anywhere but here...
