Will today hurt?

She sits in the coner
She sits in fear
Wondering about him
"When will he get home"
"What will he do this time"
"Maybe today's been good"
"Maybe today I won't hurt"
Minutes fall, as well as tears
The front door slams shut
He calls her name
Asks where she is
She shuts her eyes
Shuts them tight
Hoping that when she opens them
Everthing will be alright
She hears him enter her room
She looks up at him
And she already knows
Today has not been good.