she huddled in the corner to avoid the next blow the walls are echoing "Daddy, NO!" his fingerprints blue on her wrist now she know why it's called a "vice grip" sitting still stunned she knows she can't breath she's wondering why before this she didn't leave. the murderous look in his face makes her want to cry but one side is swollen shut and she needs her good eye. he drags her by her hair just as she caught her breath and she realizes someone has revoked her choices of life or death. she thinks of her children having endured this pain and wonders if they'll grow up to be the same. she considers how his lifestyle has taken its toll by just as she's fading he cracks her skull. there she lay in the threshold of their room she thought of the anger she has comsumed. she reaches her hand under the bed for the gun he ironically use to put to her head and told that "MUTHAPHUCKA, LAY ON THE BED... I KNOW YOU DON'T HEAR A WORD I SAY BUT THAT **** GON' END RIGHT HERE AND TODAY... I JUST WANNA KNOW... WHY YOU DO IT... AND I PROMISE, THE WRONG WORDS AND ***** YOU BLEW IT... BETTER YET, I DON'T WANNA HEAR IT... LOOK AT ME , MUTHAPHUCKA NOW IM LIFE OR DEATH... FEAR IT! she's trembling now and she wants to pray but... "BUT I GOT JUST ONE THING TO SAY... YOU BELITTLE MY INTELLIGENCE EVERY CHANCE YOU GOT WHETHER I KNEW ABOUT THE SIMPLIST THINGS OR NOT... NOW I'M THE ONE STANDING HERE HOLDING THIS GLOCK.... I KNOW YOU DOUBTIN' ME, BUT CONSIDER IT DONE... AND I'MA BE FAIR AND GIVE YOU 1 SECOND TO GET YO' **** AND RUN BEFORE I TAKE THE SAFETY OFF THIS GUN.