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would come out of her mouth. She froze. The stockier of the two shouted, “Let’s get out of here.”
    As they pushed past Sue in the hall the same man pushed her head against the wall, his crash helmet visor almost pressing against her face.
    “Is this your boyfriend, gorgeous?”
    She felt terrified and didn’t know how, but managed to utter a very tremulous and quiet “Yes.” Tears of fear had started to blur her eyesight.
    “Well if you’ve got any sense dump him ‘cos he’s a piece of shit who has got worse to come if he fucks about with the wrong people again. Tell him he’d better have learnt to keep his stupid fucking nose…”
    “Broken fucking nose,” the second retorted sniggeringly.
    “…Out of other peoples’ business,” the stockier man concluded.
    On this both men slammed the front door and disappeared from the house. Sue felt as if her legs were frozen in place and wouldn’t move. She was shaking and felt icy cold with fear. She heard the motorbike engine start and the sound disappear up the road and into the distance. She suddenly seemed to regain her composure and rushed over to the sofa in the lounge where she could see Wayne opening his eyes and slowly looking round the room as if recovering from an alcoholic stupor. He was bleeding from his nose following the impact with the heavy front door.
    “Shit Wayne, what the hell’s going on, who were they, what is happening?” she shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks now stained with smudged black mascara. She tried to help him sit up. He grimaced with pain, pushed her arms away from him and said angrily,
    “I told you to go to fucking work. It’s nothing for you to bother about, go and be Miss goody two shoes and sell your fucking bread.”
    Evans tried to sit up but was finding any movement excruciatingly painful and decided to be still.
    Somehow for once Sue found the strength of character to speak up for herself. She shouted, “How can you talk to me like that Wayne? I came back to see how you were ‘cos I care for you so much. All you ever do is shut me out, push me away and insult me. I hate the way you treat me and talk to me. The people you mix with bloody frighten me. Shit, I don’t know what I’m doing with you any longer.”
    “Well fuck off and find someone else then,” Evans retorted.
    Sue sat heavily in the armchair in uncontrollable tears. “And you think I’m going to marry you do you, when you treat me like this.”
    Evans managed to get himself in a semi upright sitting position with some difficulty. He had a pang of conscience seeing Sue so distressed and realised that he might lose a beautiful girlfriend who looks so good on his arm, satisfies his ego, comes from a wealthy family and might be his ticket to higher status and moderate wealth one day.
    “Hey, I’m sorry, I just don’t want you involved in any of this, I don’t want to be involved myself, it just fucking happened.”
    “In any of what?” sobbed Sue.
    “I’ve just had a problem with some heavies, it’ll sort itself out.”
    “What, when you’re dead, that’s how it’ll be sorted out is it?” Sue cried.
    “Hey, come on Sue, I’m okay, fuck them, they’ve gone, come over here and give me a cuddle,” as he said this Wayne put his hand to his nose and then looked at the blood that had transferred to his hand.
    “Get me a cold damp cloth for my nose Sue.”
    Still crying, trembling and feeling very shaky on her legs Sue went to the kitchen and soaked a dish cloth in cold water. She returned to the living room and sat with Wayne on the sofa. She used the cloth to clear the blood from his face then folded it neatly so he could hold it to his nose to discourage any further bleeding. She inspected the dressings on his stab wounds. Wayne tried to stand but clutched his groin and stomach in pain.
    “I’ll call the hospital Wayne.”
    “No, you won’t call anyone, I had a Detective bothering me at the hospital last night, I don’t want