Sitting alone in the dark she cries. No sound but that of the falling rain outside. Then footsteps echo from the hall, she clenches her fists over her ears trying to make the sound disappear. She knows what will follow and dreads every moment she sits there.

The footsteps get closer to her door. She knows what is waiting on the other side but still she does not move. As the footsteps stop right before the door a sense of peace comes over her. She is no longer afraid. The door opens and there he stands, angry and drunk like every other time.

She knows in her heart this will be the last time. As he begins hitting and kicking her she closes her eyes, she doesn’t call out or cry. Finished taking out his anger he turns and leaves closing the door behind him.