Post by Meluivan Indil on Dec 12, 2005 0:39:32 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The song Two Beds and a Coffee machine is the property of the group Savage Garden. It does not belong to me, and I am not receiving any monetary gain from this fic.
Summary: This song is a very emotional song about the topic of abuse, and how some survive it. I have written an original story based on the way I interpret this song. If you interpret the song in a different way I would love to hear your version. But please take a look at my version. Words in italics are flashbacks. Rated Teen for abuse and language.
Two Beds and a Coffee Machine
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it’s time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby’s asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they’ll ever make it
Through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys
And another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she’ll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
There’s hope in the darkness
You know you’re gonna make it
Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it
Reysa sat on the faded lumpy armchair staring around the disaster that was once her family room. The tears had been streaming down her cheeks for hours now, and she was almost cried out. She reached up and wiped at the tears and mascara smeared across her face. Then she pulled back her dark hair to reveal a beautiful porcelain face.
She knew she couldn’t sit there much longer. He had passed out on the couch at least a half an hour before, but he could wake up at any time. She stood and picked up the broken glass he had tossed against the wall after downing the foul liquid. He only became angry on Friday nights and only after downing a fifth of whiskey. It was like clockwork. And her reactions were always the same. The screaming would last for hours until he would pass out from too much drink.
She stared at his sleeping form and wondered how he could be that way. They both knew the past. They both knew what that dear old woman had survived through so her child could grow and have a family to love. The old woman was gone now, but her memory was not forgotten.
Reysa slipped into her baby’s room and picked up the infant who had cried himself to sleep while they argued in the next room. The small baby boy did not cry out but whimpered in his sleep as she placed him in his car seat. She didn’t turn back as she walked out the front door.
She had thought the tears had been completely dried, but as she drove down the little main street to the local hotel, they came back just as strong as she looked at the passing houses with their manicured lawns, but all she could see were the ditches that started and stopped with each new drive.
The owner of the hotel was not surprised to see her. She and the baby spent every Friday and Saturday night at his establishment. She was too afraid to stay at their home. He had never hit her yet, but knowing the past as well as she did, she would not risk it. She would not live the life that that old woman had spoken of so often.
Kevin woke from the deep slumber that the alcohol had placed him in. He looked around their tiny apartment and knew at once that she was gone. She was always gone when he woke up on Saturday morning and would never return until Sunday afternoon. He didn’t remember the fight they had had the night before, but he was sure they had fought. They fought every Friday night. He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, and then stared down at the empty whiskey bottle. With one swipe of his hand he knocked the bottle away. He too remembered the old woman’s words. He had heard them so often. How could he do this?
The young woman picked up the kitchen chair that had been knocked over when he had hit her. There was glass everywhere. She would have to pick it up so the children did not get cut. He was passed out on the bed in their bedroom, and she quickly checked one more time to make sure he slept. Then she made it to the children’s room. They left as they always did on these nights. As she drove down that long stretch of road with the deep ditches on either side she stared into the rearview mirror and saw her reflection. Another bruise she would have to hide was forming under her eye. And she wondered how she would ever make it through.
A week later Reysa sat in the same old chair crying again. He had promised her yet again when she had arrived home Sunday afternoon that he would stop the drinking. He would stop the yelling. But again he had come home from the job he hated with a bottle of whiskey and the fighting had started soon after. She couldn’t understand why he would do this to them. He had promised her time and time again that that weekend would be the last. But his words never meant any thing.
She followed the same ritual as always picking up the broken glass and collecting the baby, making sure he still slept as she crept out the front door.
She sat on one of the beds in the hotel room, holding the baby and praying to god to deliver them from this hell they were living in. And she also prayed that her child would never have to remember these times. She prayed for dreams of candy and toys alone for her precious son.
Kevin sat up and this time and didn’t even bother looking around the room. He knew she was gone, and he wondered how long it would be until she left him for good. It was no better than he deserved. He slumped back on the couch staring at the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. He propped on foot up on the table and kicked at the bottle sending it accross the room.
She looked into her rearview mirror seeing the bright shining eyes of her children. The baby cooed quietly, being oblivious to the world around her, as the rest of her family seemed to be falling apart. The small dark haired girl cried silently not saying a word as her mother took her away again from the home she knew and loved, but away from the father she was so afraid of. The blond haired boy who was the oldest stared out the window in silent anger. He wanted so badly to protect his mother, but she would never let him. She always locked them in the bedroom when his father would start drinking. And he wondered how they would ever make it through.
Reysa stood in her living room staring at him as he complained about everything in their lives. He hated his job. He hated their home. He hated the town they lived in. He hated everything.
He picked the glass up and downed his third shot. He had promised her, yet again, the week before that he would quit drinking. But yet again his promise meant nothing. She could not bear this anymore. “Put that glass down.” She said as the tears filled her eyes, yet again.
“What did you say?” He asked staring at her with an angry scowl.
“You heard me.” She said crossing to the baby and picking him up. She wasn’t going to wait this time. She slipped the baby into the car seat and turned to find her coat.
“What are you doing?” He asked seeing her actions.
“I’m leaving, Kevin.” She said in a quiet voice. “And I’m not coming back this time.”
He was on his feet immediately and next to her. “You’re not going anywhere, Reysa. Why do you always leave?” He asked as she backed to the wall behind her. He moved close throwing his shot glass to the floor and placing a hand on the wall on each side of her face. She could see the undisguised anger in his face and was truly afraid, but not for herself. The baby was but a few paces away. Her eyes darted to the car seat and then back to her husband.
“Let me go, Kevin.” She pleaded.
“Not until you tell me why you are always leaving me.” He answered placing one hand on her shoulder and pushing her back as she tried to slip away from him.
“How can you of all people ask that, Kevin? I’m afraid. I’m afraid for my life. And I’m afraid for our son.” She said looking again to the car seat.
Kevin’s gaze followed hers to his son who was cooing softly in his seat watching his parents. Kevin’s eyes closed and he felt a wave of shame slip through him. He faced his wife and lowered his head not opening his eyes. “How did she survive it?” He whispered angrily “How did we survive?” He whispered as the tears began to slide from below his eyelashes.
Reysa felt his anger dissipating as his shoulders began to shake with the suppressed sobs. She wrapped her arms around him and they sunk to the floor as he cried into her chest. “She survived because she had you and your sister’s, Kevin. She loved you, and she was a shield of protection for you. She was the fortress built around you, protecting you from him.” She whispered into his ear.
“How will we make it through?” He whispered wrapping his arms around her accepting the love she was offering him.
“We will make it because you are stronger than he was. You are not him. Kevin, you are our fortress. You will protect us. And our son will not have to live the life you did.” She said running her fingers through his blonde hair.
He looked up into her face and then over to his son. For him he would have to be stronger. And for her he would have to be gentler. He would make it through. They would make it through.
Author's Note: Well this has been swimming in my head for a week now and I had to get it out. I wrote this in about two hours time, so I'm sure there are pobably mistakes and I will want to change a few lines I'm sure over time. But what do you think of the first draft?
Summary: This song is a very emotional song about the topic of abuse, and how some survive it. I have written an original story based on the way I interpret this song. If you interpret the song in a different way I would love to hear your version. But please take a look at my version. Words in italics are flashbacks. Rated Teen for abuse and language.
Two Beds and a Coffee Machine
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass
And furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming
Now it’s time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby’s asleep in the back seat
Wonder how they’ll ever make it
Through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys
And another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she’ll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
There’s hope in the darkness
You know you’re gonna make it
Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it
How Will We Make It Through
Reysa sat on the faded lumpy armchair staring around the disaster that was once her family room. The tears had been streaming down her cheeks for hours now, and she was almost cried out. She reached up and wiped at the tears and mascara smeared across her face. Then she pulled back her dark hair to reveal a beautiful porcelain face.
She knew she couldn’t sit there much longer. He had passed out on the couch at least a half an hour before, but he could wake up at any time. She stood and picked up the broken glass he had tossed against the wall after downing the foul liquid. He only became angry on Friday nights and only after downing a fifth of whiskey. It was like clockwork. And her reactions were always the same. The screaming would last for hours until he would pass out from too much drink.
She stared at his sleeping form and wondered how he could be that way. They both knew the past. They both knew what that dear old woman had survived through so her child could grow and have a family to love. The old woman was gone now, but her memory was not forgotten.
Reysa slipped into her baby’s room and picked up the infant who had cried himself to sleep while they argued in the next room. The small baby boy did not cry out but whimpered in his sleep as she placed him in his car seat. She didn’t turn back as she walked out the front door.
She had thought the tears had been completely dried, but as she drove down the little main street to the local hotel, they came back just as strong as she looked at the passing houses with their manicured lawns, but all she could see were the ditches that started and stopped with each new drive.
The owner of the hotel was not surprised to see her. She and the baby spent every Friday and Saturday night at his establishment. She was too afraid to stay at their home. He had never hit her yet, but knowing the past as well as she did, she would not risk it. She would not live the life that that old woman had spoken of so often.
Kevin woke from the deep slumber that the alcohol had placed him in. He looked around their tiny apartment and knew at once that she was gone. She was always gone when he woke up on Saturday morning and would never return until Sunday afternoon. He didn’t remember the fight they had had the night before, but he was sure they had fought. They fought every Friday night. He sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes, and then stared down at the empty whiskey bottle. With one swipe of his hand he knocked the bottle away. He too remembered the old woman’s words. He had heard them so often. How could he do this?
The young woman picked up the kitchen chair that had been knocked over when he had hit her. There was glass everywhere. She would have to pick it up so the children did not get cut. He was passed out on the bed in their bedroom, and she quickly checked one more time to make sure he slept. Then she made it to the children’s room. They left as they always did on these nights. As she drove down that long stretch of road with the deep ditches on either side she stared into the rearview mirror and saw her reflection. Another bruise she would have to hide was forming under her eye. And she wondered how she would ever make it through.
A week later Reysa sat in the same old chair crying again. He had promised her yet again when she had arrived home Sunday afternoon that he would stop the drinking. He would stop the yelling. But again he had come home from the job he hated with a bottle of whiskey and the fighting had started soon after. She couldn’t understand why he would do this to them. He had promised her time and time again that that weekend would be the last. But his words never meant any thing.
She followed the same ritual as always picking up the broken glass and collecting the baby, making sure he still slept as she crept out the front door.
She sat on one of the beds in the hotel room, holding the baby and praying to god to deliver them from this hell they were living in. And she also prayed that her child would never have to remember these times. She prayed for dreams of candy and toys alone for her precious son.
Kevin sat up and this time and didn’t even bother looking around the room. He knew she was gone, and he wondered how long it would be until she left him for good. It was no better than he deserved. He slumped back on the couch staring at the empty whiskey bottle on the coffee table. He propped on foot up on the table and kicked at the bottle sending it accross the room.
She looked into her rearview mirror seeing the bright shining eyes of her children. The baby cooed quietly, being oblivious to the world around her, as the rest of her family seemed to be falling apart. The small dark haired girl cried silently not saying a word as her mother took her away again from the home she knew and loved, but away from the father she was so afraid of. The blond haired boy who was the oldest stared out the window in silent anger. He wanted so badly to protect his mother, but she would never let him. She always locked them in the bedroom when his father would start drinking. And he wondered how they would ever make it through.
Reysa stood in her living room staring at him as he complained about everything in their lives. He hated his job. He hated their home. He hated the town they lived in. He hated everything.
He picked the glass up and downed his third shot. He had promised her, yet again, the week before that he would quit drinking. But yet again his promise meant nothing. She could not bear this anymore. “Put that glass down.” She said as the tears filled her eyes, yet again.
“What did you say?” He asked staring at her with an angry scowl.
“You heard me.” She said crossing to the baby and picking him up. She wasn’t going to wait this time. She slipped the baby into the car seat and turned to find her coat.
“What are you doing?” He asked seeing her actions.
“I’m leaving, Kevin.” She said in a quiet voice. “And I’m not coming back this time.”
He was on his feet immediately and next to her. “You’re not going anywhere, Reysa. Why do you always leave?” He asked as she backed to the wall behind her. He moved close throwing his shot glass to the floor and placing a hand on the wall on each side of her face. She could see the undisguised anger in his face and was truly afraid, but not for herself. The baby was but a few paces away. Her eyes darted to the car seat and then back to her husband.
“Let me go, Kevin.” She pleaded.
“Not until you tell me why you are always leaving me.” He answered placing one hand on her shoulder and pushing her back as she tried to slip away from him.
“How can you of all people ask that, Kevin? I’m afraid. I’m afraid for my life. And I’m afraid for our son.” She said looking again to the car seat.
Kevin’s gaze followed hers to his son who was cooing softly in his seat watching his parents. Kevin’s eyes closed and he felt a wave of shame slip through him. He faced his wife and lowered his head not opening his eyes. “How did she survive it?” He whispered angrily “How did we survive?” He whispered as the tears began to slide from below his eyelashes.
Reysa felt his anger dissipating as his shoulders began to shake with the suppressed sobs. She wrapped her arms around him and they sunk to the floor as he cried into her chest. “She survived because she had you and your sister’s, Kevin. She loved you, and she was a shield of protection for you. She was the fortress built around you, protecting you from him.” She whispered into his ear.
“How will we make it through?” He whispered wrapping his arms around her accepting the love she was offering him.
“We will make it because you are stronger than he was. You are not him. Kevin, you are our fortress. You will protect us. And our son will not have to live the life you did.” She said running her fingers through his blonde hair.
He looked up into her face and then over to his son. For him he would have to be stronger. And for her he would have to be gentler. He would make it through. They would make it through.
Author's Note: Well this has been swimming in my head for a week now and I had to get it out. I wrote this in about two hours time, so I'm sure there are pobably mistakes and I will want to change a few lines I'm sure over time. But what do you think of the first draft?