That same evening,
I went through the torture of my life. The worse form of making out. I hard some injuries on my private, I was bleeding. He cared less.
.
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The same night...
"It's been months now that you haven't touched me as a husband. All we do is sleep and sleep!. What's wrong with you?!."
Izzy calmly asked Joe.
Joe had just comed back from work. He dried eating dinner but Izzy won't let him be.
He didn't answer her, not knowing what to say. It was more than him.
"Joe, I am talking. Don't dare ignore me!."
Izzy repeat.
Joe seriously speculated about what to tell her. It was still very hard for him to find the right words.
"Or it's because we stopped going to that club?. Hmmm, my sexual life now relies on the club. No club, no sex for you Izzy."
Izzy said, ridiculously.
She couldn't figure what was actually wrong.
Joe really felt weak, ashamed of himself. Izzy was right.
"Izzy can't you just give me some space?!. all you do it's thinking about yourself. I have my problems too. The world doesn't rotate around you!."
Joe spoke out.
He just wanted Izzy off his back.
Izzy wasn't believing, how everything always turned out to be her fault.
"Now, I am not understanding you. Good!. Explain yourself, so I will understand you better."
Izzy said.
She wanted to solve the problem as soon as possible. She missed their good times together.
"It's seriously getting annoying. I am so tired and I don't have the energy to argue with you!."
Joe answered.
Izzy got stunned. She kept glancing at him.
"I don't want to argue either. All I am asking for is an explanation. Tell me about your worries."
Izzy asked again.
She felt something wasn't right and she really wanted to know. She wasn't the type, who gave up easily.
"Izzy, I see you don't give me some peace in my own house!."
Joe exclaimed.
He got up from his chair, picked up his car keys, moved toward the door to leave.
Izzy ran, bypassed him. She stood in front of the main door.
"What are you doing, Izzy?."
Joe asked.
"Joe, you are going nowhere!."
Izzy said shivering.
She got scared of his reaction but didn't give up.
"Izzy, leave this door quietly. Make things sample for us!."
Joe said sure of himself.
He got very pissed off.
"No!. I won't. I want us to discuss like a couple, but any Little thing gets you mad. Now you want to leave the house. Just because I asked you a few questions. I have the right too..."
Izzy explained.
She got scared, that he was going to see another woman.
Joe was tired of her nagging.
"Get out of my sight!."
Joe exclaimed
While pushing her off the door brutally.
"Ash..!."
Izzy groaned in pain.
As she heavily fell on the floor, broking, her left arm. She couldn't visualize Joe doing this to her
"You have changed Joe, I don't recognize you anymore!. If you are tired of me, let me know."
She cried out
Joe left without turning his back to look at Izzy moaning on the ground, no rumors.
He shot the door hastily behind him, It made a loud sound that made Izzy quivered.
"God help me!."
She cried.
She ran and picked up her phone.
"Grace can help me!."
She whispered.
She dailed Grace number, but the line wasn't passing.
"Oh God, Grace pick up your phone!."
She cried out.
She tried several times, without success.
Until she finally gave up!.