The little boy sat in the corner of his room,
covering his ears to hopefully block out the yelling, he could hear his mother shouting at his father, who was hopelessly trying to talk to his wife about what brought up the argument in a calm manner.
He pulled his hands away from his ears and slowly lifted up his hand and bit it to prevent himself from crying.
"boys don't cry, boys don't cry.."
his words were weak and very quiet, almost a mumble.
Suddenly, it went silent, the little boy hoped it was because the fight was over,
that was until he heard the glass mash.
