Ducking low,
practically crawling
I stumble over the rug.

Praying my dad would come home
and save me from the secrets

of



the





future...
Though I dare think of it!

Another knock

and a twist at the door.
Is there going to be a way out of this?

Still hiding behind my couch, I peer at the front door.
I get a glance at his face
looking a different direction.


Thankfully.

I don’t think he’s seen me yet but

is that a good thing



or


a bad thing.

Maybe if I show myself he’ll know to not break in.






But no!
What if he pulled out a gun


and shot me
for knowing his arrival.

If I could just get one second
to run

or hide


or grab a knife

or something!
The pressure thickens and my breathing gets deeper.



Is this the end?