He is beating on the bathroom door now thunderous and strong. This is not a threat or a warning it is only a sign of what is to come. It is like the rumble in the clouds before the lightnings strikes and cracks in the sky and lights it up. There is sure to be more this is only the beginning. My skin is hot and my heart is racing faster than it ever has before. I barricaded myself in the bathroom of our tiny one-bedroom apartment in desperation. On the cool linoleum floor, I brace my body against the door, feet planted and hands trembling. I hear him loading things up against the door, so if I budge at all he will know. I can smell the mildew from the cheap shower curtain hanging beside me, the shower drips in a nerve wearing fashion. I am trapped! The window is no bigger than a shoe box I feel like a rabbit caught in a snare desperate to escape. The tears stream down my face I have lost all control how has my life come to this. I feel my stomach tighten and roll.