You Need to Run!

I stood firm. I felt trapped. Davin was between me and the door. I knew that he could easily over take me, physically, but I also knew that he would not lay a hand on me as long as I held the baby.

My out stretched arm began to quiver under the weight of the gun. I was not usually the one that held the gun. I thought that it would feel more foreign in my hand than it did. There was a part of me that knew what to do with it. That part of my body, seemed to take over and willed my arm still. The baby began to stir in my arms but my out stretched arm never moved the gun from Davin's chest.

He had his hands in the air and his face still sported a puzzled look but there was something in his eyes, I didn't understand. He opened his mouth to speak but there was only a sigh that came forth. If he had spoken words, I did not or could not hear them.

Again, I heard a faint buzz in the back ground. There was a part of me that wanted to believe that it was just Mr. Ponus mowing his law like he did every week. There was a part of me that was trying so hard to hold onto the normal everyday life that we had created here.

But the weight of the gun would not let me forget that this was not normal, we were not normal, I was not normal.

"Jen," I heard Davin softly say.

I stood silent.

"Jen," he repeated again.

I did not want to take me eyes off the gun. I did not want our eyes to meet. I didn't know if I could keep my emotions in check. I was not the strong one in this relationship. I was weak. It was Davin who protected me, protected us.

"Do not speak to me." A voice said that at first I didn't recognize. "I heard you on the phone. I heard you speaking to the machines. How could you? How could you still be in contact with them and promising them our, no my daughter?" The voice hissed and then I realized that it was me speaking.

I felt like at any moment I was going to faint. I felt like at any moment fear and panic were going to over take my body and I would fall to the ground in a mushy puddle. But the rhythmic breathing of my new born baby girl seemed to give me a new found strength.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Davin said in a tone that he knew that he could not resist.

But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something odd. His eyes did not match his demeanor. His eyes were panicked and racing, they seemed to be trying to tell me something. It was like he was two people. His body and face were cool and calm, collected like the Davin that I knew but his eyes were different. But there was something in his eyes that was familiar, very familiar.

"I-I d-d-don't understand!" I shouted trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

"Jen, what don't you understand? It is just me, Davin. I love you. I love our baby. Let's not do anything that would cause us to have to start over. We don't want to change what we have. Besides, it's lunch time, lets go eat. Here, let me take her.

He moved his arms from stretched upright to stretched outright as if ready to take the baby when I handed her over. I felt like I was suppose to hand her over, it felt like the right thing to do. I wanted to hand her over. I wanted to put the gun down and act like this never happened.

But with these words Davin's eyes seemed to race more. It was like they were trying to break me out of his voice's hypnotic trance.

I forced myself to focus. I pulled my daughter even closer to my chest. And my arm again renewed its strength in holding the gun.

"Good, Jen. Good. That's my girl." I heard Davin's voice. But as I looked at his face but his mouth was not moving. Confusion rose in my head.

"Jen, remember you have this gift. Remember, Jen. Use it to hear me. Use it to know that this man in front of you is not the real me. You need to run. Get out. RUN!"

Davin's voice echoed in my head as the Davin in front of me stood still.

"You need to leave. Now! Run! There is nothing left for you here anymore. They are coming. They are coming. They are coming. You are not safe. She is not safe."

Davin's voice seemed to be screaming at me. But still the person in front of me was unchanged.

Then everything seemed to happen without my control. I heard the gun go off. I felted my legs begin to move. I saw Davin slump over onto the bed. The walls of my house became a blur as I ran out and jumped into the car. I still held the baby to my chest as to drove the car out of our neighborhood.

I had no idea where I was going to go but something on the seat next to me caught my eye.

After minutes of driving, I could not longer control the shaking that had taken over my body. The baby noticed too and was crying. Safe distance or not, I stopped the car.

On the seat next to me was the diaper bag, a black duffel bag and an envelope. I ripped the seal and in my lap fell a bus ticket and cash. I knew that I needed to run. I knew that I was on my own. Davin was gone, taken over.

I knew that I was the only one left that could protect my daughter and keep her from the machines.

But that did nothing to silence the huge part of me that wanted to turn around and drive back to our house, back to Davin, back to our normal life.

I didn't want to change, not again.

This post is part of Writer's Workshop.
Hosted by Mama Kat.

This is a work of fiction.
You see, I like writing stories.
There is one that has been swimming around in my head
and at times it comes out.
Read the first two parts here and here.