'shhh' i can hear him :o(

"shhhh". He's comming, i can hear the car, I scramble into the corner i can see him from a far,     He calls my name and turns on the lights, Shouts abuse as i cry on this dismal night,     My mommy is out and my daddy is home, I'm laying here all alone,     Scared and frightened, i cant help but cry, He unstraps his belt looking so sly,     I hold my head but in my hands, Then see his face as he grabs my hands,     He pulls me up with words of abuse, I start to scream, and try to break loose,     His grip is strong and my fingers turn blue, I hope and pray but then it comes soon,     I feel a fire in my throat, I feel the pain again and again,     I scream "please stop" but he doesn't, I try to break free but i couldn't,     He pulls his hand back and then forth, I feel my back getting so sore,     I look at his eyes, I see only evil, Then look up again and see betrail,       He finally stops, with my eyes so sore, I cry again, with the pain hurting more,       I watch him walk away and then i sigh, A sigh of relif as he walks to the door,       This is what happens every week, And all the time i only can weep,       I can not tell but today i have, I must tell you all before he stabs,       These are my last words of feeling so low, "please let me be i want to go!" *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*Please Stop Child Abuse*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. .*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*By Rebecca Jane Kemp *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*. © on Dec 14 2001 12:33 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1