Title: Two beds and a Coffee Machine
Author: Wondertitch
Summary: A sonfic based on Savage garden's two beds and a coffee machine. A woman leaves her violent husband.
Rating: PG13
WARNING: Hints at abuse and violence.
Disclaimer: The song is owned by savage Garden, I just borrowed it.
And she takes another step
She opened her left eye. Sighing, she silently got up, brushed herself off, took a first step, she took another step, creeping silently towards the mirror. She examined her bruised and shut right eye. He had done it again; it would take weeks to heal. How long had she been unconscious? It was still dark outside. Thank god, she thought.
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
She crept up the stairs, silently and opened the door. He was still sleeping. She breathed a sigh of relief, turned, closed the door and walked downstairs.
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
She walked into living room, crouched on the floor, picking up the glass and the furniture. She held back the tears as she had thought of their argument.
Now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
No more, it's time to leave. She went up to her two little boy's (a 5 year old and a 7 year old) room silently and packed up their stuff. Toothbrush and tooth paste, toys, anything she could fit into their bags. She carried them slowly downstairs and into the car, one at a time. Her 5 year old slept straight through it, but her 7 year old woke only for a moment to smile, get himself strapped in, ask for his duvet and fall asleep again. She did so, covered him with it and closed the car door noiselessly. Everything she did was automatic, her safety mechanism. She went to her baby girl's room and looked down at her in her cot. She was her angel. She grabbed her always prepared baby bag, picked her girl up and walked to the car. She strapped her daughter in and looked at the door. She crept up to it, closed it without a sound, turned, sighed and walked into the car.
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Before the kids woke, or before she would drive off, she took her foundation and covered her bruise as best she could. She turned on the car and drove onto the road. She thought of a reason, an alibi, as to why she was doing this as she drove.
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
She drove through a ditch; it was filled with water and sprayed the car with mud. She kept moving. She got to a stop sign, looked left, right, left again and drove left. The years would go by quickly, she wondered how she would ever make it through.
And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the back seat
She thought of the children and looked her baby girl in the back seat. She had been born into an already three-year-old nightmare, unlike the boys, who had been under a happy life. And though her daughter was by no means a choice of hers, it did not matter to her how her girl had been conceived, she was always going to be her angel.
Wonder how they'll ever make it
Through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys
She wondered how her children were going to make it through such a living nightmare, but minds are amazing things and maybe they were keeping themselves sane through happier dreams. Maybe during the screaming they thought of happy things.
And another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
After a week of on and off driving She pulled up to another cheap hotel and herded the boys into the lobby and asked kindly for a two bed room, with a cot. The overly cheery receptionist smiled and asked her if she would like a coffee machine or something. Too tired to argue, she nodded and took her key from the woman. She walked up to her room, the boys tired from all the travelling. They flopped on the one bed and she put her daughter to sleep after an hour.
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home
When she finally got to bed, she thought of how she needed to et some real food for the boys, not just junk. That meant money. That meant going back to her home to get it.
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
Soon she was always driving through that ditch every day. She would always drive on. Soon she was stopping at a stop sign every day. She would drive on, never going back. The years went by so quickly. She bit her lip and wondered if she would ever make it through
She went back once, without the kids. Just to get her money. She thought he would be out at work. She had guessed wrong.
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
She lay there until she knew he was gone, then grabbed her money and got in the car. She examined her right eye with her left, almost back in her old routine. She covered it with foundation and, as she drove off, she thought of her alibi to tell her slightly older, greatly more intelligent children.
Another lonely highway in the black of night
There's hope in the darkness
She drove on that black and dark high way, a lone car as much as she was a lone woman in this world. No. There was something so comfortable in the darkness that made her shed tears for neither sadness or joy.
I know you're gonna make it
"I know I'm gonna to make it through," she told herself.
Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
She drove through the same ditch she did every day to work. She kept moving. She drove up to the same stop sign she did every day she went to the shops. She kept moving.
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it
The years go by so fast and you wouldn't believe what will happen in them. You, silently, can build yourself a home, a fortress from them and finally you can feel safe. But every now and then I wonder how I ever made it through.