a quick visit

She heard a knock on the door , ” it’s only me i said ” ......” just popped round for a quick visit ” , she opens the door and beckons me to the kitchen , ” coffee ? ” she said …... i needed one after the bike ride i just been on so i said yes .
I noticed her hair was wet , she was having it coloured again , ” i was just gonna go in the bath ” she said , passing me my coffee , trying to catch my breath still , i said ” well how are things here ” ... ” not bad ” she replied , looking down as she said it , so i knew that something had gone on , just then her husband came in from the back garden , he’d been mowing the lawn , ” alright nige? ” he said , reaching for his can of beer he had on the side , i nodded and as i held my cup of coffee to my mouth i could hear a tapping coming from the living room , ” BESS ! ” her husband shouted with a stern voice , ” DOWN ” ........ then the tapping stopped .
Noone was allowed in the living room in her house , she liked it that way for years so we all kinda got used to being in the kitchen , it was tidy as kitchens usually are , few bits of washing up to do but it was generally always tidy , ” how’s things with you ?” she said , checking her hair hadnt gone a funny colour ” oh you know me ” i said ” plodding on you know ” , a silence hit the room as i took another drink , a long pause , i kinda knew something had gone on so i thought to myself ” shall i ask ?” just then , her husband , wiping his mouth came closer to me and looked at me with his glaring eyes….... ” so why are you here ” he said .
At that moment she stayed sat there in her chair by the table , looking at the floor as if there was a spec of dust she’d missed , ” quick visit ” i replied , glancing at him only slightly cos i couldnt take his glare , something had gone on i could tell , but knowing them it was probably just another domestic argument of which i have witnessed a few times in the past .
i felt uncomfortable , my mind was telling me to leave , but i could hear the dog in the living room whimpering faintly as if he wanted to see me or go outside or something , ” just going upstairs darling ” her husband said as he reached for his lighter , his smell of stale sweat from being outside wafting past me as he walked out the room , i waited for him to reach the top step which i know made a creaking sound before i whispered to her ” so what is wrong then ?”
” nothing ” she replied , looking nervously at the stairs and glancing at the living room door . ” nothings wrong , we’re fine ” i paused just to hear her husband upstairs turn up his music ” is it bess again? has he hurt him? ” i asked , she got out of her chair , closing the kitchen door as she stood up ” bess is ok ” she said ” i have to go in the bath now , get my hair sorted ” she said as she beckoned me to leave out the back way ” see you soon , i might pop round to yours ” that point i knew something was wrong cos she hasn’t came round apart from christmas to give the kids presents ” ok i said ” giving in as i saw the bedroom curtain flicker as i got my bike. ” thanks for visiting ” she said , grabbing a bath towel off the line .

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