Well, here's the part as promised so no need for torture 
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Anne
Part 4
2 months later
The last few months have been okay. Sean has been the same as ever but it hasn’t really bothered me so much. Not now I have Max to turn to… and I seem to have done that a lot. I turn and look at him; he had offered to take me home after work so I would be back before Sean. It had been the same most evenings. Sometimes when the bruises are a little too obvious, I use the computer at Max’s apartment to do my work.
Gradually I’m working up the courage to leave Sean; I know I don’t need him to make me feel wanted. I sigh and turn to Max, “Thanks for the lift, and well, for everything.” I tell him, wanting to voice my gratitude even though I know he already knows how much his friendship has come to mean to me.
“So, this is what you’ve been up to, is it?”
I jump at the voice. “Sean!”
“Get inside.” He says forcefully, using all his will power to prevent him yelling at me. He notices my reluctance to move and opens the door, pulling me out.
“Why aren’t you at work?” I ask, realizing afterwards that the question would only fuel his anger.
“Hey, hey!”
“And who the hell are you?” he asks Max.
“That’s my boss, Mr. Evans.”
“Provide a personal taxi service as well these days do they?”
“I was just dropping her off from work; she worked a bit later than normal today to get some paperwork finished for me. A lift home is the least I could do.”
Sean looks at him smirking and I know he knows something. “Really? That’s strange because Elizabeth wasn’t
at work today… were you?” he says turning to me. He rarely calls me by my full name and when he does I know something major has happened.
“I… I wasn’t?” I stutter, thrown by his statement. “I... I…”
“You’ve been shagging him haven’t you? You little slut.”
I take a step away from him, half afraid, half angry at his behaviour. As I do, Max leaps forward and swings his fist, catching Sean neatly ion the nose.
“Oh My God, Max… No! Stop it!”
Sean pushes him away and looks from me to Max, running his hand along his now bleeding nose. “On first name terms now are we? Get indoors.”
“Liz you don’t have to…” he puts his hand out to stop Sean coming towards me.
“Leave it Max… please.”
“Get inside - NOW!”
I turn and walk down the path as Sean turns back to Max who is getting back into his car. “And you… Stay the fuck away from my fiancé!”
* * * * *
I’d locked myself in the bathroom as soon as I got inside the house, afraid of what Sean might do. He followed me up and hammered on the door. “Open up the door Liz, let’s talk.”
“No. We can talk like this.”
“Elizabeth, open the door!”
“Sean, nothing is going on between Max and me. We’re just friends, I swear! He gives me a lift home sometimes.”
“Nice of him, but your avoiding the point. You weren’t at work today… why?”
“I just… I… I didn’t feel well; Max drove me to the doctors.”
“Don’t lie to me… I know damn well you weren’t at the doctors. It’s not the first time you haven’t been in work either.”
This was the first I’d heard about any suspicions he’d had. “What?”
“You heard me… I’ve phoned your office several times and you haven’t been in. Sometimes it’s ‘she’s assisting Mr. Evans personally and they are not to be disturbed.’ It’s been going on for the last two months.”
I can feel my anger rising, knowing he’s been specifically checking up on me. “You… you’ve been checking up on me.”
“And after all I’ve done for you! I go out and work hard everyday to get you the things you want and you repay me by screwing your boss! You left your mobile here today and I noticed Max in the phonebook so I phoned the number to see just who he was. Imagine how I felt when
you answered his phone. His
home phone!”
“You’ve been checking up on me!” I repeat louder, almost yelling. “I have not been sleeping with Max and how dare you go through my mobile!” I unbolt the door and launch myself at Sean, who obviously wasn’t expecting this reaction.
“Wha…”
“And what the hell is all this crap about everything you’ve done for me? God… you’ve done nothing but make my life hell for the past two years. Look at me! I walk around this house wondering what reason you’ll find next to hit me. Nothing I do is good enough for you. You accuse me of sleeping with my boss… you honestly think I would want him to see me like this?” I ask rolling up my sleeves to show him all the bruises he’d caused. “You think I’d want
anyone to see me like this?”
“How dare you speak to me like this…” he says lifting his arm to hit me.
“Not this time Sean. Not ever again. You’re nothing, I don’t need you!” I scream as I push him away with every bit of strength I have left. He stumbles backwards and before I can do anything to stop it, he’s falling down the stairs. There’s a dull thud as he lands on the carpet at the bottom.
I move to the top of the stairs and look down at him, there’s a pool of blood by his head and his leg is twisted beneath him at an unnatural angle. There’s no noise or movement. I fall against the wall and slide to a sitting position. With shaking hands I pick up my mobile from where Sean had dropped it and dial Maria’s number. It only takes a few seconds for her to answer.
“Hiya Liz.”
I can’t speak; my mouth just opens and closes uselessly.
“Lizzie?”
“Uh… I… I killed him, Ria. Oh my God, I killed him!”
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