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horrifying scenes I find myself in, and continue to face the devil that roams here on earth; Joseph. There is no one on this planet that I hate more.
    I change the sheets on the bed and pick up the clothes he’s carelessly left all over the floor. Angry at the extra work he creates for me, I shove them into the dirty clothes basket, only a couple of meters from where he dropped them. I’m disgusted to see that yet again, he’s picked his toenails and flicked them away, not concerned by where they land. I run the vacuum around the wooden floorboards and sigh. That’s one room down, three to go.
    The spare room is clean, so I skip it and move on to my son’s. It’s not too bad either, just some toys need to be put back in the toy box. I avoid the office for as long as I can, not wanting to deal with what I know is probably waiting for me. Instead, I tackle the bathroom and the toilet. Urine is all over the floor and I scrunch up my nose, yuck . I know it wasn’t my son who made this particular mess. I only cleaned here yesterday, and ever since Ricky has used the downstairs toilet. Joseph’s supposed to be a grown ass man, the fact he pisses on the floor and doesn’t even clean up after himself, makes me sick.
    When I can’t avoid it any longer, I hold my breath and open the office door. The rancid odour gets to me anyway. It’s bitter and acidic and completely gross. I have no idea why they make the smell of semen sound so appealing in all the steamy books I’ve read. Maybe it’s just him; maybe it’s all the evil inside turning everything sour. Gluggy white gloop is all over the desk and the floor. It’s starting to dry up and going to be a bitch to clean. I’m sure he does this to punish me for not being more affectionate with him, for not willingly giving him frequent sex.
    “Fucking pig,” I mutter to myself. “Haven’t you heard of a tissue?” Surely all men can’t be this vile? He has no shame. It’s even in the coffee cup that sits by the keyboard. I throw it in the bin and repeatedly gag, as I clean it all up.
    Finally finished, I shower and put my happy mask back on while I go to pick up my son. I can’t let anyone see that there’s something seriously wrong with this family.
    My phone rings again in the car, and I groan, expecting it to be Joseph checking up on how the cleaning went. A quick glance shows me it’s Rachel. Relief floods through me as I hit answer and talk on speakerphone.
    “Hey.” I’m glad that I’m actually happy to hear from her, because she would instantly pick up on any false cheer in my voice. She’s one of the few friends that still bother to call. Since most of the time when people ring and want to catch up, I have to make excuses as to why I can’t. Joseph doesn’t like me out and about having fun and spending his money while he’s hard at work. He prefers me at home, doing the housework. I find it easier to just obey him, and therefore most of my old friends have given up on me.
    Some were suspicious why I never came out anymore and why I’d become so withdrawn, so they tried to draw it out of me. However, lying soon became my second nature and they grew exasperated with me more and more each day, until the calls almost stopped. Rachel was a true friend though, she never disappeared. I know she worries about Ricky and me often, but doesn’t want to make my life any more difficult for me than it already is, so she tries not to be over bearing. She has no idea of the true extent of my problems, however.
    “Hey girl! Long-time no speak. I’ve missed you.” She pulls me from my thoughts, making me realise how much I’ve missed her too. “I was just wondering if you guys want to come meet us down at McDonalds for a coffee, after school pick-up.”
    “Sure that sounds great.” If she still takes the time to call and check up on me, the least I can do is make the effort to take her up on her offer for coffee. There’s only a small chance Joseph will find