I pick my son up from school. He gets in the car smiling.
"You have a good day?" I ask.
He nods eagerly.
I chuckle. "Well it's about to get better. I made cake."
He cheers and we drive home. He keeps his hand out the window, as the breeze flows through the car. I keep the music low and we talk over it, making a nice soundtrack.
I'm...happy. Something like it.
"Harrison, if you lived with me instead of your dad, would you be upset?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No. I don't mind either way.
I smile. Sometimes I forget how similar we are.
"Would you rather us be together?"
Harrison shrugs. "I don't know. But when you were at dads house you seemed sad. But you're happy now. And there's cake."
I chuckle. "Yeah. That's a good way to look at it, Harry."
We pull up at my apartment. "This is my house. It's not big but—"
He gets out running up to the door. "Come on Mama! I wanna see!"
He grabs my hand when he thinks I'm going to slow, pulling me to the door excitedly.
I unlock it, and he rushes in. "Oh! Mama it smells good!"
I smile, shutting the door behind us. He runs all over my apartment. I'm on the basement floor, so that's good.
"Oh wow! My clothes are here! Did a fairy bring them?"
I chuckle. "Only if I'm a fairy. Now pick up your shoes. You'll trip on them later."
I cut him a slice of cake and put on his favorite show. It's a treat. It's a celebration. I sit down with him, but something doesn't feel right.
Suddenly there's a knock at my door. I assume it's him again.
"I'll get it mama!" He grins, running up to the door before I can catch him. He opens it, and suddenly flashes fill my eyes.
I widen them with terror, I shove Harrison back, instantly covering his face. I slam the door shut, my heart pounding.
Why? Why is the press outside.
I shut all my windows. I lock the doors. Why? Why is this happening?
They're swarming outside. I couldn't get out if I wanted. Damn it!
He did this. He had to have. Shit. They took a picture. They took a picture of him. It's over. It's all fucking over.
I could claim I'm just a look alike, but that doesn't mean he won't find me.
"Shit!" I scream.
"That's a bad word mama."
I need to run. We have to go. We have to leave. I have to get out of here.
"Harrison," I swallow. "Put on your shoes."
Why? Why can't I just be happy? Why can't I just—
We just have a few questions
Are you the British Prime Minister's Daughter
Is that your son?
I hear them clamoring from here. It's invading my thoughts. He's going to find me. God no. I would rather fucking die.
I would rather fucking die than go back to that hell.
I glance down at Harrison, who has his shoes on, tears in his eyes.
I smile. "Everything will be fine. I'm going to call your father."
I dial his number.
"Honey. Thank god—"
"The press is outside. Come pick Harrison up. You hide his face do you understand?"
"The press? Why would the press be outside your house? Jessica is everything alright."
"Nothing has changed between us. Come and get your son. That's all. You have twenty minutes."
I hang up, bending down. I put my hand on Harrison's shoulder.
"I know this time was supposed to be special for us. And don't worry, I'll make up for it. But right now, your dad is gonna come get you. Make sure you cover your face. Don't answer any questions. In fact,"
I hand him my phone, plugging my headphones in. "When I open the door, and tell you to go, I want you to play a song. Play it loud. And don't turn it off, until you're in your dads car. Alright?"
He nods. "Okay."
"It'll be like an adventure. You'll see."
Even if he did this, Harrison should be fine. I might have to leave though. I don't want to leave him. But if my father knows where I am...it's after I'm not with him.
I peek out of the windows every now and then, a scarf over my face like a mask.
When I see his scar fight through the horde, I take my makeshift mask off, and tie it around Harrison's face. I pull my hood up, and start the music. I turn it up.
Then I pick my son up, and rush through the crowd before they know what's happening.
They crowd me until I feel like I can't breathe. But I finally make it. I open his car door, putting Harrison inside it. I kiss his head.
He rolls down his window. "Jessica. Get in. I'll keep you safe."
I look him in his eyes, slamming the door. Then I fight to get back into my house. I lock the door, huffing.
I don't know how much more I can take.