I could hear his heavy foot steps as he walked up the wooden stairs. I tried not to cry, scream or even breathe just in case he could hear me. my step dad is a crazy, abusive drunk who isn't happy until he inflicts pain into my life. He hits me when ever he feels mad he takes it out on me.
He made his way up the stairs he made it to the platform he headed towards my bedroom door. I can hear his footsteps come closer and clearer and his breathe is heavy. I got of my bed and walked over to the left corner in my bedroom. I lowered myself into the corner I wrapped my arms around my legs. I curled myself into a ball I held my breathe and I started to cry. I could see his shadow standing behind the door.
I tried to calm myself he would walk away and leave me alone. that was until his hand grabbed the doorknob and It started to turn.
A/N Dun dun dun how do you guys like the story
