I see his car go up the drive,
I hear the engine stop.
I see the door swing open,
With him swaying on the spot.
I know right then I need to hide,
Before he catches me.
The front door swings open, It's too late.
I throw myself to the floor, praying he doesn't see me.
A minute goes by, then two, then three.
I breathe a sigh of relif.
I begin to crawl into a corner,
But then I see what I didn't see.
He's standing in the doorway,
Half there, half here.
I know hes spotted me now,
By his cold, hard, stare.
I want to run, but it's too late,
He blocks my only way of escape.
He comes toward me and I hold back a cry,
As his fist connects, with my eye.
All goes dark, I cannot see,
As I feel the knife go inside of me.
My last thought as the world fades away,
Is "Now no one will make him pay".