I’m beyond fed up.
I’m just eighteen, I have a beautiful baby and a vicious bully of a husband.
So far I’ve had broken nose, collar bone, arm and so many bruises I’ve lost count.
I don’t argue anymore.
I keep quiet.
But he’s pissed.
I’ve walked around the block three times to get the baby to sleep.
She’s finally dropped off.
I open the front door gently lift her from her pram almost run as quickly as I can upstairs gently put her in her cot and pull door shut behind me..
Tip toe down…
He shouts. I jump. Heart thumping scared look around he hits me hard. My ear rings head bangs on the door frame. I scramble to my feet.
‘Where the fuck have you been?’ he says through gritted teeth smell of whisky wafting in my face splatters me with drunken spit.
I try to turn away. But he’s holding my jaw.
I’m 5’2 his 6, 7 frame towers over me.
‘Shush I plead the baby I stammer. I’ve been walking she’s teething … Needed to get her to sleep.’
I’m almost pleading I’m tired of this.
‘Not now please. Let’s not fight.’
‘Please’ I say again ‘I’ll make you tea.’
He pushes me down I get up again and pull the tansad pram up the front steps and though the front door.
Shutting it to keep the neighbours from witnessing my shame.
I push pram into the lounge he roars everything goes into slow motion he picks it up and throws it. Through the living room window.
Has someone pressed a button?
Pram hood up lands on upside down it’s bends and lands on its side.
I’m holding my breath.
But he hadn’t checked.
He could have killed my baby.
The horror of the situation hits me.
Was that the wake up button?
He hits me again. And again. I’m numb
And I fall in the glass.
A voice in my head. ‘Get up, get out of here.’
I keep crawling.
‘You lying bitch’ he’s saying as he alks into the kitchen
There’s blood dripping from my nose.
There’s a bang it’s the front door hitting the stair post.
The man who lives in the house opposite
Is standing there. Like a big shadow.
It’s all surreal. I feel sick.
He hold out his hand to me and pulls me up.
Jeff is back with glass of whisky.
‘What the fuck do you want?’
He is furious.
‘You’d better go I stammer to the man.’
He ignores me I’m really scared now.
‘Is this how you keep your women in line in St Helens he says?’
‘Beat the fuck out of them.’
He looks at me. ‘Where is your baby?’
‘Upstairs sleeping’ I manage.
‘What the fuck has it got to do with you?’ Jeff shouts dropping the whiskey and striding towards him.
It all happened so fast.
‘Call an ambulance says the man.’
‘ No I’ll be fine’ I say.
‘Not for you for this dick head’ and he hits Jeff. Knocking him into the lounge onto the broken glass I stand there frozen.
Jeff gets up and he hits him again and again
‘Come on he’s saying or can you only hit girls?’
Then he picks him up and throws him down the path.
‘I’m phoning the police’ Jeff says looking like he’s done a ten round boxing match.
‘No need says the stranger I rang them before I came.’
‘Now take yourself anywhere else but here.’
Just as a police car pulls up outside.
My dress is covered in blood from my broken nose. My face hurts but my baby is okay.
The police are pushing Jeff into the car.
The man is saying Jeff attacked him outside the house.
Police woman asks ‘Is that right?’
‘Yes’ I nod. ‘Did he do this to you?’
‘Yes’ I say.
My dad arrives from up the street. Looks at me with distain.
‘You’ve made your bloody bed lady lie in it.’
The man shakes his head.
‘Bloody idiots lot of them.’ he says.
‘You need to get away from this place’ he says. I smile ‘thank you.’
‘Hospital’ asks the police woman
‘No I’ll be fine I can’t leave my baby. I’ll go later.’
‘Are you sure’. ‘Yes’ I say.
I won’t go too many questions.
I close the door and start to pick up glass.
Look out into the garden at the pram on its hood.
My baby cries from her room.
I have to leave.