As I sit on the dark, cold basement floor hiding all the tears, I think what is he doing?
I thought he loved me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Why can't he just kill me already?
I don't want to suffer.
But all of a sudden I hear him.
His steal toe boots, that left me with bruises and cuts.
The squeaking noise of the stairs as one foot goes to one stair as the other foot goes to another. His deep, scary voice.
Daddy's coming!
