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Tip toeing down the wooden steps I slip, but regain my balance There’s a knock on the door Peeking out the window I see his shadow My heart drops I run into The spare room It’s so dark, empty I try to remain calm Curled up I sit on the bare Cement floor Its so cold The phone is in my hand My palms are sweaty My eyes Filled with tears I cry quietly Trying not to give Myself away I feel so lost Unable To be found I remain motionless All but My stomach Why does he keep Coming back here? The cold seeped Through my pajamas I don’t deserve this I did nothing wrong I should have Gone to school But no He would have Gotten Me there too I sit and wait For the knocking To end I get up I realize Nowhere is safe