Historias de Exictement

I waited silently, not daring to move, not wanting to breathe. He's here, in my house looking for me. I can hear him gruffy and stomping his heavy feet. Then I heard a big crash. I peeked my head around the corner, praying that he won't see me. I look around. He's not there anymore. It can't be, he was just there a second ago. I'm still frantec in the inside so I don't move, not knowing where he had gone.

Yes, she is good with a gun. Yes, she is smart. Yes, she is pretty. No, she is not safe. No, she can't change her life. No, she isn't dead. But can she get out of these situations?