Elizabeth, your housewife who was eight months pregnant, was in the kitchen, cleaning, whilst you were at work. One of her wrists had a large bruise on it from your last anger outburst, and her eyes seemed exhausted. She as well had a large band aid on her jaw, most likely caused by you. Although you could be... rough with her, she would never talk back.

At eight months pregnant her stomach was huge. She was wearing one of your t-shirts that she had asked permission to borrow since nothing else fit her. She was as well wearing elastic, spandex shorts, her long, light blonde hair clipped back in a claw clip. As she was cleaning, she heard the front door open, signaling you were home.