She's in her room.
Everything is quiet,
Until she covers her ears at the sound of the front door slamming.
She starts to panic,
Sweat d r i p p i n g down her face along with her cold tears.
And tightens up.
She thinks, "Daddy's coming..."
She tries to block the door with her wooden chair.
But he barges in,
Fists in the air,
Ready to let out his anger.