normal family

Chapter 3 (Bella)

I awoke to a crash. My heart started beating fast, thoughts racing through my head. Was someone breaking in? Did someone hurt my family? I jumped out of bed and opened my door quietly. I heard shouting. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I know it was shouting, coming from downstairs.
I began walking down the stairs quietly, my whole body trembling. Just then, I saw Michael sitting on the stairs, his hands in his face, weeping.
I've never seen my brother cry before. I always thought he was tough. I thought he never cried.
I tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned quickly.
He wiped his tears quick, cleared his throat and said, "go back to bed Bella."
"I can handle this Micheal. I wasn't born yesterday. What's going on?"
Michael shook his head. "Dad and mom are fighting. Earlier they were screaming. Now dad is just throwing things at her."
I was shocked. Dad never hurt anyone before.
I began running back up the stairs to my bedroom. I ran to my desk, and searched for my flashlight.
Once I found it, I ran back down the stairs. "I need to see what's going on." I said, looking at Michael.
"Bella, don't. You're being stupid." He said, gripping my arm.
I shook him off, and began running through the hallway. My heart was beating so fast. The shouting getting louder.
Once I made it to my parents bedroom, I could make out what they were saying.
"Shut up Pamela! We're sending both those kids away!"
"WILLIAM SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"
Another crash. A scream from my mother. My heart was racing even more.
I took the door knob and twisted it. I was sure they couldn't hear me over their shouting.
I pushed the door open a little bit. I peeked through the crack and saw glass everywhere on the floor. I couldn't make it out all the way, since it was dark, but the light from the moonlight showed the glass all over the floor. I didn't want to turn on my flashlight. I didn't want to be noticed.
My mom was barefoot, against the wall, screaming at my father. My father was on the other side of the room, grabbing another picture off the desk and slamming it against the floor.
"YOU'RE A TERRIBLE MOTHER! NONE OF OUR KIDS LOVE YOU!" My father screamed.
My mother started weeping. My father ran out of pictures to smash, so he just screamed. I even began to cry. I imagined my brother on the stairs, crying silently. I couldn't handle this anymore. I crouched down and began crawling back through the hallway and back to the stairs.
Once I made it to the stairs, I got back on my feet and went to my room. I assumed Michael left. He probably couldn't handle it anymore. I sat in my bed, and listened to my dad shouting. It all was a blur. I don't even remember falling asleep.