Will Today Be the Last Day

Will today be the day? The day you walk out of my life forever? The day you never speak to my mother again? This morning when you left, you slammed the door, cursed up a storm, and didn't even say goodbye. Everyday I wonder, will today be the last day? The last day I ever see my daddy again? My mother has her suspicions, and so do I. Coming home late from "work" never getting anything done, never being home on time. Even I am beginning to wonder, when will he get kicked out? Will he stay another day? Will he even live another day? I wake up and expect to hear arguing. I come home and expect the house to be tore up. Then, is when my thoughts race. When I come home from school, will he be there? With a gun? A knife? A box of chocolates? How many nightmares can one girl have in one night? When will they stop? When I wake up in the morning, I can't wait to leave for school. I'm tired of the yelling. I'm tired of the threats! Will today be the day? The day I never see my dearest daddy again?