Flight

28/9


He keeps on threatening to take my son. "Maybe tomorrow, or next week or next month, your son will be gone"
He hardly ever in the 5 years of our son's life put the children to sleep. Tonight he takes my son upstairs, bathes with him, feeds him and suddenly before 9 pm he carries our son down. Seems like he is sleeping in his arms.  This is very strange. But then this is a strange situation.


He puts our son to sleep in his bedroom. He goes upstairs while saying to my daughter (13) "Call me if he wakes up."
I wait for him to go upstairs. I move my sleeping angel into the children's bedroom. I am afraid.
In the middle of the night he comes in. "Give me my son!" he commands. I beg him: "Please don't.Please please please".
"Don't panic. I'm not going to rape you. I just want my son."
I refuse. He walks out.
I wait for him to sleep.
I pack our clothes and some special belongings.
I place it in a place where he is unlikely to look.
29/9/10
I wake up at 5am.
He is snoring with the door open.
I move around quietly. My heart in my mouth.
I shut the door of the bed where he sleeps.
My daughter awakes and asks me what we are doing?
"We're leaving" she nods. She had expected it. Things were that bad.
At 6 am I take a trishaw to the school where I work.
It is still dark and deserted.
I put my bags next to my desk.
On the way down I meet a colleague.
I jump.
"Wow, youre early" she says.
"Just had to bring some things," I reply.
"Oh."
I return home.
I make breakfast.
We get ready for school, like any other day.
He continues to snore. 
After work and school. We move into a boarding house with security. I am afraid. Afraid of someone spotting us.