The Great Escape

7

I'd been preoccupied all day with recording videos, editing them, and saving them for later uploads, that I hadn't realized when Jamie came home.
He slammed the door.
"Sean!" He shouted angrily. Oh God, Anna. She started crying when the sudden noise scared her.
I came out of the room, startled at his anger.
"H-hold on. I need to calm Anna down." I rushed by him and into Anna's room.
I hadn't even looked at her when he grabbed my hair from behind and shoved me against the wall. I wince at the pain of being smacked in the back of the head. Hard.
"You fucking cheating on me?!" He screamed.
"No! No I wasn't!" I cried.
"What the hell is this then!?" With his free hand he pulled something out of his back pocket. My phone.
"How'd you get that?" I said angrily.
"I picked up your phone instead of mine this morning." Jamie sneered. "Jack plz pick up. Jack I still love u. Jack y aren't u answering?" He read. I suppose they were texts from Mark.
"I'm not cheating on you anymore. We-" I tried to talk but was interrupted.
"Anymore?!" At this, Jamie punched in the face, my phone still in his hand. I could already feel a black eye forming. He dropped my phone on the floor and gripped my neck in both hands.
Anna's screams we're increasing. My oxygen levels were decreasing. I clawed and clawed at his hands around my throat. With what little strength I had left, I brought my knee up to his groin and slammed it down.
Jamie dropped me from his grip and fell to the floor, clutching his groin. I laid on the floor, gasping for air while Anna's cries became weaker.
Jamie got up and stomped his heavy work shoe down on my arm. I could feel it breaking.
I wanted to scream so much, but my lungs trying to regain oxygen wouldn't let me.
Then he kicked my rib cage.
"Your lucky you have Anna, or I'd fucking kill you." Jamie said deeply in an Irish accent.
With a twist of his boot on my arm, he left the room, still leaving a wimpering Anna in her crib.

After about 45 minutes of sniffling on the ground, I'd formulated a plan. By quickly doing math, I'd texted Mark to meet me at the LA airport at 8am. Then I put my phone on silent.
I changed Anna, fed her, packed a bag of all her essentials to last her a week, taking up most of the suitcase, and put a few essentials of mine in there, along with another bag full of my stuff.
I plugged my phone into my computer and transferred my pre-recorded videos on to my phone, then ripped out a few cords from the computer. Disabling it for Jamie. I'd throw them away at the airport.
I wrapped up my arm to keep it from moving and getting hurt. Then I put a wrap on to put Anna in and strapped her around my waist. I slipped on the hood of my hoodie and escaped the apartment quietly.

Taking a bus to the airport, I bought a ticket and waited at the gate for the plane. It would be at least 30 minutes away.
Meanwhile, I watched Anna still fast asleep in my arms.
After about 20 minutes, someone came and sat next to me. I continued looking down, tired.
"Running away?" The voice said. It was very familiar. Too familiar...
I glanced up and saw the face of Jamie. I tried to get up, but was stopped when he grabbed the hand of my hurt arm.
"Let me go." I whined.
"No. We're going home." He proved his point by yanking my arm, pulling a scream from my throat.
"Let me go!" I shouted. A security guard ran over to us.
"What's going on here?" The woman said, a taser in hand.
"He's coming home." Jamie said, looking at the guard.
"No I'm not!" I shouted, this time alerting Anna and making her wimper in her sleep.
"Let him go." The woman said threateningly. He elbowed her in the face, making a few people gasp around us. A few people came over and pulled him away from me, unsuccessfully.
Somebody took the unconscious guards taser and shot at Jamie. He fell to the floor, convulsing violently. They then tried to wake up the guard as a few medical personal ran over to us.
Just then my plane landed. I turned to leave but was stopped when a man touched my harmed arm carefully.
"Sir, are you alright?" He asked.
"Ya. My plane-" The man cut me off and pulled up the sleeve of my hoodie. I gasped and tried to pull away carefully, but had to stop when he pulled the wrap off.
He revealed a black bruise covering half of my forearm.
"My plane. I have to go." He simply stared at it.
"Well I'll have to come too."
"Why?"
"Are you kidding?! Look a your arm!"
"Gate 058 leaving in one minute." Was announced over the loudspeaker.
I looked at the man and looked at the door.
I pulled out of his grip and turned towards the ticket counter.