and she takes another step
slowly she opens the door
check that he is sleeping
pick up all the broken glass
and furniture on the floor
been up half the night screaming
now it's time to get away
pack up the kids in the car
another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
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
and there are children to think of
baby's asleep in the back seat
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
and another cheap hotel
two beds and a coffee machine
but there are groceries to buy
and she knows she'll 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
another bruise to try and hide
another alibi to write
another lonely highway in the black of night
there's hope in the darkness
I know you're gonna make it
another ditch in the road
keep moving
another stop sign
you keep moving on
and the years go by so fast
silent fortress built to last
wonder how I ever made it
She leaned against the door and sighed. This was how many times in how many years she'd tried, and it was the same fucking shit all over again. How many more goddamned two-bit motels was she going to find herself in before she realised? She'd never get away from him. Her, and the twins. This was the first time she'd tried it with them. Well, she tried once when she was pregnant, and she nearly lost them after the beating her gave her when he found her. She hadn't tried it for nearly three years since then, but when Grace had asked her why mommy was so sad, and why daddy got so angry all the time, she knew she couldn't let him hurt her babies. So, she packed up her stuff, in a well-rehearsed routine, the only changes being the kid's stuff. And she drove to another randomly chosen cheap motel, where she hoped she would be able to stay the night before driving off in another direction to another hotel, always running, trying to stay one step ahead of him.
It was so fucking ironic. After years of trying to find the "safe" husband, the easy way out, she had to marry another Jonas. But then again, Jonas had seemed safe too. And after swearing that she'd never become one of those women that were trapped in abusive relationships, she realised finally why they never left. Why Pete and Jonas had both managed to worm their way in. They had broken her down, made her feel like it would be ten times worse without them. And so, every single time she promised herself that if it happened again she'd leave. And every time she managed it, he found her.
It wouldn't happen this time though. This time, she wouldn't go back. Not with her babies at stake. The twins, and the one in her womb. The one that would make Pete realise the truth. She'd been lucky with the twins. As girls, they looked like her – blonde, blue eyed. She was the only one who knew the truth. But with this one, she knew her luck wouldn't hold. It was a boy. And she would bet any money that he would look just like his daddy.