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Finally being beat and battered John went home, almost literally fuming with anger from his horrible day. He stopped in his driveway of his gorgeous house and eyeing the car parked right next to his. The car belonging to his wife, Katarina.

Not long after he opened the door to his house, did the sound annoy him. His wife had decided to play music loudly throughout the house, whilst cleaning. His anger not getting any better by this onslaught of noise, he tried to shout out for his wife to turn the music down. To his dismay, she didn't hear him at all. "KATARINA" he finally yelled during a particularly quiet part of the song she was listening to, which made her turn the music down.

"Oh, you are home, dear" Katarina said with a smile on her face when she rounded the corner from the kitchen to the front door. "Yeah, why do you have to play your music so FUCKING loudly ?" John said with a venomous tone. "Well, i figured that since i was home alone, it didn't really matter and it also didn't disturb anyone, so why not?" Katarina responded in an equally poisonous tone of voice. "Fine, whatever" John said not letting go of the venomous atmosphere he had created.

Katarina curious to the oddly venomous attitude her lovely husband had contracted out of nowhere, since, as far as she knew, she hadn't done anything wrong at all. "What is it, Honey?" She said after a few minutes of silence between them. "Nothing, i don't want to talk about it" John responded taking it down a notch in the venom, but not by much. "Fine, suit yourself" Katarina responded.

John made his way from the kitchen, where he grabbed a snack from the fridge and then sat down in his favourite chair next to the TV. He figured that maybe there was something worthwhile watching on the TV. Not long after he had sat down, did his wife call for him again.

"What is it, Katarina?" He said between clenched teeth. "I want you in here, right now" She yelled back at him. Begrudgingly he sat up, took his snack with him back into the kitchen, and looked at his wife. "What ?" He said yet again between clenched teeth "Did you get your car checked, like i told you to ?" Katarina said without turning away from the kitchen sink. "No, it slipped my mind, i will do it some other day" John said thinking of the joys of actually being deaf so that he wouldn't be able to hear his wifes complaining. "John, I told you to do it today and you need to do it now." Katarina said with some of the venom in her voice she had before.

Something in that venomous tone and the ORDER she had given to him, just made something in John snap. He started walking towards her, fists clenched. Surprised by the silence, Katarina turned around to see him glaring at her mearly 2 cm away from her. "W-what?" she said weakly. Without a word, he grabbed her by the hand and started leading her away from the sink in the direction of their bedroom. "What are you doing ? Let go of me!" Katarina said with a real hint of fear in her voice now. "I have had enough, this day has been a FUCKING PAIN IN THE ARSE" John said practically screaming out the last words. "So what i have decided, is that i am going to take it out on you, Kat." Finally reaching their bedroom, he hoisted her up on his shoulders with ease, and threw her on the bed.

She landed with a thud. "What do you mean "Take it out on me" ?!" She said with fear in her voice, but John also saw that she had a glint in her eye, that he had not seen in a long time.