| Another Ditch in the Road She cracked the door open, glancing in the room to make sure he was still there. Sure enough, there he was sleeping on the floor in a drunken haze. A beer can had rolled right to the foot of their bed. She quietly shut the door. She went downstairs, which was a mess. It was not the only evidence that they had another fight that night. She bent down to pick up the broken glass and furniture from the floor. She didn�t want one of their childrento come down and step on the glass. She tried to remember when all these fights began.... It was back when his career came to an end. You could say he was going through a mid life crisis. That was back when he first hit her. The first time he immediatly apoligized and bought her flowers. It more of a less became a routine. he hit her. He apoligized. He bought her a present to make up for it. But it wasn�t like that anymore. There were no more apoligies. No more presents. Just arguements, which left another bruise to try and hide. Another alibi to write so no one will find out the truth.... That she had an abusive husband. He had never been abusive to either of their children..... till tonight. She was able to handle it when it was her he hit. But when he hit their oldest child, that was it. She couldn�t subject her children to a life like this. So she packed up the children in the car and left him. She looked behind her at her children as they stopped at a stop sign. The baby was asleep in the backseat. She imagined that he was dreaming of candy or new toys, not of the cheap motel that they would spend the night in. She wondered how they would ever make it through this living nightmare. They stepped into their motel room. It was run down, but it was cheap. It had two beds and a coffee machine. She placed the baby in the middle of one bed, surrounding him with pillows, so he won�t rolll off the bed. Then her and her daughter both crawled into the other bed. Her daughter immediatly fell asleep as she layed there sleeping. It was nearly morning. She had spent half the night arguing with him. She knew there were groceries to buy but not enough money. The eventually she would have to go home.... Another ditch in the road You keep moving ANother stop sign You keep moving on ANd the years go by so fast Wonder how I ever made it through ***Two Beds and a Coffee Machine- Savage Garden*** |
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