I shot him three times and a fourth time just to make sure
I grabbed the gun from his belt strap and fired it
He never thought I would ever use or even go for it
I run to where he dropped his clothes
I dodged his grip and I knew this time I had won
I turned around and yelled. “I hate you!” Several times
If only mum would believe me. ‘He’s a police officer’ she
always said
It was my birthday,
how could he be so wicked?
I closed my eyes and pretended to be fast asleep
My heart was pounding. The plan in my head scared me
He closed the door like he usually did and walked to my bed….
(Odd
no? try reading it from bottom to top )
