Ok so heres my writing entry. It's a serious piece. Flame if you will just shows you have no creative spark or intelligence. Enjoy.
RUN
She looks so beautiful asleep, peaceful and innocent. The way all children should be. I wipe the tears from my eyes and kiss her soft forehead, She stirs only a little. I place a folded note under the table lamp, whisper my good byes and tell her 'Daddy will always love you, I'm so sorry'
My wife, still asleep will find her own note in the morning. A cowardly way of explaining my selfishness I know but I can't face them and I will live with that for the rest of my life.
I take one more look around the house I had made a home with my family. The lightly coloured walls that breathed warmth into the house on a bitter winters day. The stained wood furniture that matched the flooring, the white leather sofa my wife worked so hard for.
I put my suitcase down and pull a picture from the wall, it's me, my wife and daughter on a trip to Prague. I smile and swallow the lump in my throat. I take the photo from the frame and place it in my inside pocket. With a soft click of the door I'm gone.
The street is bathed in black, broken only by patches of orange street light. Glancing next door I think of how I will miss the Sunday morning chats with Pete and having Lilly and Martin over for dinner every other Wednesday.
Racked with natural guilt I make my way down the rain soaked steps and to my car. I try to put my suitcase in the boot as quietly as possible. Holding the ignition key in my shaking hand I find the keyhole. I freeze, take a deep breath and turn it.
The car purrs into life and I leave Killington Road for the last time. No one is one the road at 4 am. It's just me, my thoughts and the glistening tarmac laid before me like a dark carpet towards a new life.
I watch the shops of the high street pass in a blur of contrast against the black damp night. I can't shake my daughter Kate's face from my mind. Her perfectly beautiful smile and her long, straight brown hair. Her hazel eyes look out at me from the depths of my mind, I think that hurts the most.
My wife Sarah barely comes to mind. Our marriage has been a sham for the last three and a half years. A bitter husk of the woman I married was all that lay in my bed alone right now. I reached Oak Avenue and pull the car to the side of the road. It stops with a crackle of warm rubber tires on wet ground.
Her bedroom light is on, I notice her sister Rachel's car is parked outside. I leave the car and jog up her drive way. Rachel's in the doorway already greeting me with a half smile. 'Hey' I whisper, the first word I have spoken in hours. 'She's up stairs' says Rachel. 'I made tea' leading me to the kitchen I realise she feels about as uncomfortable as I do.
The house seems so quiet, I can hear the patter of feet upstairs, but there is a eerie atmosphere as if the walls know what is happening tonight. Laura's kitchen is usually a warm and cosy place, decorated in a country farm style. Tonight however it feel cold, harsh and dark. 'I'm coming up alone in two days' Rachel said holding the mug of tea just under her mouth. 'Thanks' I said softly back. I can barely talk from nerves and guilt.
She shoots me a smooth look that's says everything may just be okay but I know it wont. She looks awake for this hour of the morning, Her red hair is still curled a the bottom and her grey sweater and blue jeans still look fresh on. She smiles again causing her puffy cheeks to swell just like her older sisters, the way I love.
I finish my tea in silence, it feels fiery hot against the cold atmosphere of the house. 'What time is Tom expected home?' I ask Rachel. '8 am sharp, Laura has left a note for him in the hallway'. It was never our intention to rip our families apart, if there was someone way to exist in our current situations without the pain then god as my witness I for one would do it.
'You've been great Rachel' I say as I hand her back the now empty mug. 'What are sisters for?' she replies. 'I can only apologise for what happens next' I say as I take my seat at the end of the breakfast bar again. 'Don't, like I said I will come up and see you guys in a couple of days, when the dust has settled a little'. She leaves the kitchen and heads up stairs.
I can't help but think that maybe I have it a little easier than Laura right now. At least Sarah was aware I wasn't happy. The only thing she thought keeping us together was Kate, and that was true until now. I just hope she understands when she reads my letter that clearly states I will come back for her.
I hear feet descending the stairs so I make my way to the foot of them. Rachel is down first followed by Laura. She puts her suitcase by the door and turns to me, the tell tale stains of her mascara show she has been crying. She silently walks to me and falls into my arms. I hold her close and kiss her softly on the head. 'Are you ready?' I whisper. She nods and kisses me. I let her go as she embraces her sister.
Taking her suitcase I head back out towards the car and load the boot once more. I watch from the drivers seat as she says her goodbyes to Rachel and heads for the car. Inside she is quiet for a while. 'We are going to be ok' I say trying to install some confidence in her. 'I know, it's just harder than I thought. I want to be with you so much it's just I can't believe this is actually happening'. She rubs the patch on her finger where I ring once was.
'It's tough I know but we both know this is the only way we can be together. No matter what people think we have each other and that what's important' She smiles and kisses me on the cheek.
'What about Kate?' I swallow hard, her name causes the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. 'I'm coming back for her in a few day's it's been arranged. I can pick her up from Paul's'.
We finally reach the motorway and leave the county behind on the voyage to our new life. 'Will he come for you?' I ask. Laura is silent for a moment. 'Yes' she whispered in reply. 'Rachel won't breath a word of where we are though' she added. I nodded and took her hand in mine, she squeezed hard 'I love you' she said 'I love you too' I answered, suddenly with those words the cold harsh aura that had been drowning the events was removed and replaced by a warm buzz in my stomach.
It was dawn by the time we reached the lake house we planned to lay low in for a while. The pale light of the cold morning bathed the half wood half brick one story building. Surrounded by wood's and next to a frozen lake the house looked like it had been striped from a scene on a postcard.
I gently shook Laura awake as I pulled the car up on the driveway. 'We're here' I said, She looked around at her surroundings sleepily. There it was again that warm gentle smile that seemed to make everything seem normal and natural about our situation. We both got out and made our way round the side of the house facing the frozen lake.
Holding her round the waist she leant back into me as we stared out across the clear almost glass looking sheet. 'This is it' she said, 'The start of me and you'. This time it was me that smiled the warm smile as she tilted her back towards mine 'To us' I said 'To us' she echoed as we embraced in a passionate yet gentle kiss.
