lurking in the shadows

Do you know anyone who makes chills go down your spine? I do. I live with him. My father's presense in a room mmakes me nervous. I was sitting in the kitchen eating a late dinner, and he came in. I can't stand being home when he's here. He was getting a glass of chocolate milk. I don't know if he notcied me.... I closed my eyes hoping that it made me invisble. I heard him talking to my mmother about something... and as the voice drifted farther and farther away, I began to exhale. The moment had passed and I didn't have to make eye contact w/him. something about those cold, emotionless eyes makes me quiver. something about him, in general does. My father has never hit me... or even made a convincing threat to. I just am terrified of the man. He went back into the family room, where he still sits, and before long, i could hear him yelling something about a stupid referee. He's still yelling. He is in the room beside me. I didn't have to build up much courage to walk from mthe kitchen into here, b/c he is enthralled w/ his football game. I'm sure he didn't notice me. I just have to keep my music loud enough to drown out his voice. It scares me. I have to b quiet when I walk to the other room. I have to lurk in the shadows.