---------------Esme Point of View-----------------
Charles' hand came into contact with the soft skin of Thomas' head. My baby let out a wimper then fell silent. A bead of blood came out of the prominent dent in his head.
"What have you done!" I screamed. I pushed Charles out of the way with all the my stength. He fell back on the bed with a look of shock on his face. I picked up thomas and tryed to wake him. There was no responce. Not even a flicker of his tiny eyelid.
"NO" ,I screamed...
I layed him down in his crib and ran to the wardrobe. I pulled off my nightgown and put on the first items my hands came to, barley remembering the important things like undergarments and socks. I pulled on some shoes and shoved my purse into one pocket, then went to the crib and picked Thomas up. The bead of blood had changed into a small trickle. I looked up. Charles haddent moved.
"What are you waiting for!" I yelled at him.
"I think you are over reakting Esme" He said, "Put the baby back in the crib and have smebrekfast. It'll be all right by lunch time." I couldnt beleve this. He had hurt are child and was now saying it would all be ok.
"You don't understand!" I screamed! "Our child is siriously hurt! I am taking him to hospital! Get your keys: you are driving us there."
Charles didn't blink through my little rant.He just sat there in his pyjamas and tolod me calmly that he wouldn't be going anywere and neither would I. I just turned on my heals and marched down the stairs. In the full length mirror I saw my reflection. I looked extremly tired and the little bundle of blankets in my hands was turning red. I ran out of the door and down the road to a taxi rank.
As I want in I saw I was attracting alot of attention and little Tgomas was getting more. I walked up to the main desk.
"I need a taxi to St Mary's Hospital, as quick as possible" I told the lady sitting behind the desk. She saw my baby and imediatly grasped how worried I was. She pointed out the door to an idelling taxi. I told the driver the address of the hospital. I was in the front passenger seat but I couldn't relax. Soon I'd be there,I thought to myself. As the car got closer to the hospital I realised how much I hated Charles. I had allways disliked him before we married and that dislike strengthened to hate as time went on, but this was a new level. After this was over, one was or another, I would leave Charles and fend for myself. Maybe even fall in love. I don't know what my future hold for me but I one thing was certian. I would never see charles again if I died trying.