Jess stood squarely in the middle of the floor as her three
oldest boys fought violently around her. They had been fighting
like this on and off all morning and it had all become too much
for her. She couldn't be bothered to shut them up anymore and
instead stood there and waited for the inevitable.
Sure enough their father bellowed out in a rage. His sleep having
been disturbed the greatest sin anyone could commit when it came
to Rob. She knew that now would be her last chance as any minute
he would be charging down the hall in a rage and it would be her
and not his precious boys that would get it in the neck. Another
Jess, however, just stood there gazing at her two young boys who
sat, no doubt, taking silent notes for the future.
She did not rush forward to stop the boys as she normally would
but instead just stood there wanting to scream, everything all at
once, becoming too much for her to bare. She was fed up of
walking on egg shells, fed up of trying to care for a bunch of
rowdy boys, and fed up of fighting to keep the house clean when
all they wanted to do was destroy it. But most of all, she was
fed up with being pregnant but Rob was adamant he wanted more
kids and Jess was only managing to hold him off by making up
"For fuck sake, Jess," She heard Rob bellow, his angry voice
causing something inside her to burst.
In auto drive she ran to the hall snatching up her bag then
pausing briefly as she tugged open the dresser drawer and gazed
at the two sets of keys that lay recumbent inside.
Did she dare? She had never even considered it before but right
now she felt reckless, daring, and suddenly alive with mischief,
and why not? After all if she was going to walk out, why not go
the extra mile? Either way she was going to piss him off might as
well do it in style.
Hearing movement from the bedroom she hesitated no longer and
snatched up her husband's car keys, her mobile phone, and her
coat and dived for the front door.
Once outside she did not pause but climbed into his precious
skyline jamming the keys in the ignition and without so much as a
backward glance she slammed it into gear and with a screech of
tires flew out of the driveway adrenalin cursing through her
veins. Rob was right about one thing the skyline was amazing and
to think she'd let him get away with owning such an amazing car
while she'd plodded around in a beat up old truck.
Music blaring she sang out with joy loving the speed of what felt
to her like an exotic beast of a car. Smiling joyously as it
clung to the corners like a waxing strip to hairs and forced her
back in her seat whenever the turbo kicked in. This was living.
This was what she had been missing for years but not anymore. Now
she was going to have fun and enjoy her life.
Sadly the feeling did not last and soon the realisation of what
she had done crashed in on her. She had walked out on her family.
Just snatched up her things and gone, and where? Where could she
go? Rob knew her inside out and where ever she went he was bound
to work it out and come find her eventually.
She should go back of course. Call it a moment of madness, but
no, no she couldn't do that, if she did she would bury her
feelings forever. Deep down inside of her where even her closest,
most trusted friends would not be able to delve.
Her life would be misery.No! Things had to change.Rob had to
change and the only way he was ever going to realise that was by
getting a hard sharp reality check.A hard sharp reality check
that she had every intention of giving him, although it was with
somewhat less enthusiasm than she would have hoped.