She's in her room.

Everything is quiet,

And lonely.

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.

She quickens,

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.