Don't say a word.

"Shh, don't say a word." Footsteps down the hallway, his body bumping into the walls. He is drunk again, I want to hide but there is no point, he will only find me and hurt me more. His hand is on the door knob, I pray he will turn and walk away but I know in my heart that he wont. The door opens, the room fills with light outlining his frame in the doorway and I know there is no escape. He hovers at the door for a moment, I can't see his face but I can imagine his expression, that sly, evil grin and darting brown eyes. He closes the door and locks it, he leaves the light switch off abolishing himself of guilt by closing his eyes to his deeds but I see it clearly. He reaches out his arms for me and those terrifying familiar words come from his mouth once more, "Shh, don't say a word."