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Escape

It was ten o'clock on Friday the 17th of April. Chrissy had taken Brad to school and returned home. She was dreading it.

She came into the kitchen where Duncan was sitting. His eyes were red and he was sitting with a bottle of port in front of him. She stormed over towards him and snatched the bottle away from him.

“What do you think you're doing? What time did you get in last night and where were you? I stayed up half the night waiting for you to get home, I was sick with worry. I had to lie to Brad and say you were out on business. He's not stupid you know. He knows you're drinking. He knows there's something wrong. They're all calling him a loser at school. Telling him his father's a loser. Look at you.

You said you wouldn't drink today. You promised me. You promised me Duncan. Doesn't a promise mean anything to you? You lying bastard! What the hell do you think you are doing?” Chrissy shouted.

“Drinking, my sweet,” Duncan slurred.

“You've got to bloody stop it Duncan! You've been drunk since the election, you've got to 'pull yourself together. We've got to get on. Please Duncan!”

“On with what? Doing the garden? Building a wall?”

“I was set up to lose the election, I keep telling you,” Duncan said.

“Duncan that's the drink talking, you're paranoid. You lost the election. It's as simple as that. You can't blame it on anyone else. If you hadn't got drunk before and been waving a gun around, then you wouldn't have lost it.”

“That's right, blame me for everything, why don't you, you bitch!” Duncan screamed. Chrissy walked nervously over to console him, putting her arm around him. He shrugged it off.

“Look, I'm sorry Duncan I didn't mean that. We've got to move on, leave it behind. We've got to move on together. Get yourself a new job, look around. There’s plenty of things you can do. Plenty of things I can do. This,” she said pointing to the bottle, “this is just cowardice. Pull yourself together. We can't go on living on savings for the rest of our lives. We’ve got to be practical.”

“Yes. Practical, of course. You’ve always been practical, haven't you? Practical, sensible Chrissy.” Duncan mumbled. “I showed you the letter. Why don't you believe me, why doesn't anyone believe me?”

“I told you. It’s some crank who watches global news. They always do it. It’s bullshit. It happens all the time. Ellephanie got funny letters during the election, you know he did. You got funny letters during the election. This one's no different. Look at yourself and ask yourself why no one believes you. You're drunk already.”

“I'm not drunk yet but I intend to be.”

“You're not blooding listening to me are you? What do you think your father would say if he could see you now?”

“Don't you patronise me! And don't you dare bring my parents into this. They aren't here anymore and it's none of your bloody business.”

Chrissy picked up the bottle and hurled it against the wall. It smashed leaving a streak of red against the wall.

“How dare you say it's none of my business? How dare you! Duncan you lost. Now face it, life goes on. What do you expect me to do with you like this? What's our future? Why should I want to stay with anyone who is like this?”

“Well go and live with Ellephanie then, leave, I don't care. Go and find some romantic bloke with a big cock. Why don't you leave, that's what you want to do isn't it? You don't want to hang around with a loser do you? You never did. It's all right when the going's good but not when's it's not. That's what you're like isn't it? A user? You were nothing until you met me.”

“You don't know what you are saying. That's not true and you know it.”

“Do I? I'm not so sure I do. I wasn't the one who went off and had an affair, remember. You did.”

“Oh that's right blame it all on that. That was bloody years ago, don't go bringing that one out as an excuse.””

“And what was your bloody excuse at the time? You didn't have one, you did it just because you felt like it, you selfish bitch and with him.

“That's such shit and you know it. I'm not going to stay here and listen to the ramblings of a drunkard.”

“Fine, fuck off then, I don't love you anyway. Fuck off, get out.” Duncan got up and lurched towards her.

“You’re going to regret this,” Chrissy said shouting as she left the kitchen. Duncan followed her out onto the front porch.

Chrissy ran to her car. The wheels span on the gravel.

“I don't think so, you fucking bitch, I don't think so. You hear me? You whore, you fuckin' whore,” Duncan shouted after her shaking his fist. Chrissy drove down the drive with tears streaming down her eyes. “Fuck her,” Duncan said to himself.

Duncan got into his car and drove unsteadily into town. He pulled up outside of Ronnie's bar.

When he went in everyone turned around and looked at him.

“What are you all looking at?” Duncan shouted as he wandered towards the bar.

“Get me a drink Ronnie.” Ronnie leant over the bar.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, sir?”

“Just get me a drink will you?”

“And get these guys one too will you?”

“Who?”

“These two here. Who are you? What are your names?”

Tony and Al looked at each other self-consciously. “Tony, Al.”

“What are you doing here now?”

“We've got no jobs to go to since...”

“Well buddy,” Anderton shouted, “Neither have I! Neither have I!”


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