I fear him coming home

Screaming in fear
telling him to let go
don't touch me i yelled
this was the biggest silent blow
ripping my clothes off
as i fall to the floor
i tried to run for the door
but he grabbed me and said
make a noise and you
you I will beat
trapped, I couldn't get away
I couldn't even escape the things he would say
this has become a ritual to him
when mom comes home
the fear on my face of what hes done does show
she doesn't pay attention
shes just to happy with her own life
to worry or even mention
the things that go on during the day
every day i live in fear,
worrying about my step dad coming home
and making me take another blow