THIS TIME

Sometimes I just sit and wait. Hoping that this time will be different. But it never is. As the glass crashes to the ground it’s then I hear her cries. The sobbing always gets louder..then….nothing. When he finally sleeps she begins to stir. It’s always the same. She grabs Charlie and Hope from the nursery, where they rest, and tip-toes down the hall into my room.

“It’s time,” she whispers.

I’ve heard it all before. I’ve learnt not to get my hopes up.

The old man at the All Stars Motel down the road has a room for us. He’s always so quiet. I can see the questions in his eyes, but he never dares to ask. Sometimes I see him brush the palm of her hand. I feel it’s his way of assuring her, of telling her she’s done the right thing. But she seems lost. Lost in her own world. The colours around her eyes are beginning to show. They seem a lot more fierce then times before. If only she would look in a mirror. If only she would look in my eyes.

She doesn’t sleep. She never does. The vibration of the phone wakes me. My muscles tense as I hear his words bellowing through the receiver. " I’m sorry," he sobs. “I love you,” he cries. “We can work this out.”

As the birds call in the dawn I know it’s time.

I sit back and wait. Hoping that this time will be different.

THIS TIME

Laura  Bayley

Joined November 2008

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