Walking Away.

My skins shrivelled up like a prune, I must have been in the bath for at least two hours, just thinking and over thinking. If I go he will come and find me and he will destroy any sort of new life I try and achieve, it’s just not going to work, but there’s a voice inside my head just telling me to go. That’s what I’m going to do, I’m going to get out of here, away from him, away from that monster. I climb out the bath aching from where he’s kicked me in the ribs I winch at the pain but suck it up and get dry. I open the door and go to get a glass of well-deserved wine, as I get to the kitchen I see there’s a note on the side.

Sorry about earlier, you just shouldn’t test my patience gem. Gone out for a few beers with the lads, be in bed when I get back don’t want you up late. I love you Jake x

Reading it makes me want to be sick. He’s going to be drunk. That’s when he’s at his worst. No, not a chance. I run into the bedroom grabbing my suitcase from under the bed throwing everything and anything in to it, I climb on a chair and get the savings pot from the top of the wardrobe, there’s only £400 in there but it’s better than nothing. I climb down and put my grey converse tracksuit on and some comfy shoes knowing that if he hasn’t left my car keys somewhere I’m walking for a very long time. I grab my suitcase and pick my phone up snapping the sim card inside so he can’t contact me, finding one of my old pay as you go sims and replacing it. I am trying to be as fast as I can searching everywhere for my keys. I open every draw. “BINGO!” I found them along with an envelope full of cash. It must be the spare cash he brought back from Australia. Pocketing it as he owes me big time there must be around £1000 in there. As I jus reach for the door I hear footsteps coming up the path. Knowing it’s him I quickly put the chain on the door giving me enough time to hide my things. Running like a lunatic whilst he’s practically smashing the door down. I shove everything under the bed mess my hair and smudge my makeup so it looks like he’s woken me up.
“Sorry I was asleep, I’m coming.” I could hear him swearing as I unlocked the door. “Why was the fucking chain on Gemma, you never put the chain on.” Quick thinking, fuck what can I say. “Well whilst you were away I didn’t feel safe on my own so I started putting the chain on, just become a habit.” I say trying to be convincing. “Oh right, yeah I suppose now you put it that way.” He says too closely as I can smell the beer on his breath. I want to gip. “I’m going back to bed its 1:30am you should too.” I say too try and sweeten him up. He climbs in to the bed next to me turning the bed side lamp off. I lay there for a few minutes trying to think how I’m going to leave without him knowing. All my stuff is ready to go. He puts his arm around my waist and grabs my jaw up to him and kisses me. I have to do this just so he goes to sleep. He starts kissing me more intently and I kiss him back he has his hands wrapped up in my hair , He moves his hands down to my breasts and caresses them with his big strong hands, he pushes his crotch up against my hips so I can feel him as he hardens up. He grabs me lifting my underneath him as he takes his clothes off. I stare at him thinking how he used to be a loving sexy young man who I fell deeply in love with to a controlling monster. He leans back down kissing my neck. I’ve got to admit it feels good after 6 weeks with no touching. He slides his hand down to the hem of my trousers tugging them off with full force. He then unravels my knickers and starts working his fingers, I gasp and sink into my own little world. He slowly sinks inside me with his penis but I’m not ready. “Ouch, Jake I’m not ready.” I say taking a deep breath as he carries on. “It will be fine I need you.” With that he carries on until he has satisfied his needs and gets off me and just goes to sleep. Talk about romance I think to myself.
I walk up at around 5:30am, I look at Jake seeing that he’s till bang out. I slowly climb out of bed trying to wake him releasing I’m sore from the sex last night. I Neal on the floor and pull my case from under the bed. Walking through to the kitchen and going back to the draw were I put the rest of the things. I quickly change in the spare bedroom, I then walk to the front door whilst trying to control my breathing. I open the door and step outside taking my key off my key ring and post it through the letter box. I’m actually going, I can’t believe it. I step into my car and drive.

Notes