19 October 2012
She knows that she can't hide from him. No matter where she goes or how she change he will aways find her. Never stopping. In her front room she crawls down as low to the floor as she can , all she can think about is if she can get to the kitchen get to a phone then she might stand some small chance of getting though this. She tries to calm her breathing as she is nearly there. She hears a noise and freezes unsure where it is coming from the only thing she knows its from the direction of the stairs. Proof to her self that she has not got long before she is spotted and there will be nothing she can do and no one waiting to help her. No matter what she had to get to that kitchen and she had to get in there fast. She's not far now two foot away from the kitchen door, she manages to crawl to it hold her breath and slips through not making any sound to let him know where she could be. Still on her knees she makes it to the kitchen side where lies the coffee maker scrambling for her cup, her favourite that was given to her by her one true love at her last birthday she starts to lift herself from the floor but trying not to knock anything, she places the coffee cup onto the side removes the coffee jug from the coffee machine pours the coffee into the jug picks up the phone dials the number slowly wishing the phone was on silent so it wouldn't make the noise that it was making the person on the other phone answers " whats up, where are you" she replies trying to make as little noise as she can " I'm down stairs your sons up you can deal with him as I'm having my morning off to have my coffee and cigaret love you babe" she hangs up sits on the stool smiling to herself, she had made it and as long as she can have her morning she can be ready for what the day may bring with her two year old son.
A Mothers Fight For Coffee • Opuss № I