Fear

The fear builds up in my chest like a scream.
Nevermind. I'm gonna vomit.
I can visualize him reading the message,
Eyes blinking in rage and disbelief,
And then he screams my name.
Obidiantly I come, the knot in my stomach growing.
My hand in my pocket touches the knife
That I always carry to feel safe,
But could never use against him.
I stop eight feet away, just out of reach,
But he stands up and steps close,
Towering over me, inches from my face,
Rage trembling through his bulging veins.
I stand my ground, arms down, as always.
My stomach and muscles tighten, but my face is blank.
I hope i don't tremble.
And then the cacaphony begins.
Inches from my face, he shouts and snarls
Spittle hitting my skin and eyes.
I hold the glare of his popping eyes,
and wait for the blow that will end it.