Ya I'm scared,
But it doesn't mean I'm weak,
I lift the covers with shaking hands,
Move quite as possible,
Gasping breath loud in the silence,
Shut the open door,
And pray that they might leave me alone,
I hold my breath on the other side of the door,
No footsteps yet,
And as a pull away from the door,
I turn and come face to face,
With the dangerous glowing eyes,  
My breath hitched,
And my eyes closed,
And a smile crept on my lips,
No matter how mad or scared I was,
He had found me,
In my ear he whispers,
That if I ever ran from him,  
And scared him do senselessly again,
He would no doubt punish me,
And I had made up my mind,
I was so going to run