I'm scared of him, I really am, but I cannot be defeated by this man, this alcoholic chum, a drug addict an ogre, a witch a loner. I will never surrender, I shall not, I will escape this lot. But not tonight. No, I'm too weak. Another day, a spring day when the weather is nice, when he wont be angry nor diced. I will cook beautifully and clean even better. He'll be proud and content. It will be the perfect time to repent...All Rights Reserved