Jane ran for her life and  hid in the yard. She was so scared he would find her really and hurt her. Jane’s ears were pricked to hear if he would head to her daughter's room, her heart pounding so hard it was impairing her hearing, blood thumping through her ears.   After many outbursts of rage, if he couldn’t get any pleasure or satisfaction from abusing Jane, he'd head for her daughter's room. He knew there was no better way to hurt me than hurt her girls.