Its 11: 00 In one hour, I have to face another day. In two hours, he'll come home drunk. In three hours, he'll beat me. In four hours, I'm on the floor bloody. In five hours, ill cover the bruises. In six hours, he'll plead for forgiveness. In seven hours, we're in bed. In eight hours, I wake up my baby girl and take her to school. But its only 11: 00. I have a date with fate. Until then, I wait. And wait.