Me ... Hearing my parents
Having a hard to time going to sleep. Hearing the foul words that my parents spat at each other.
Twisting and turning in my bed as the voices drifted into my room and settled into my mind.
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(Mom Saying to Dad) ..." YOU LIAR....YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WEREN'T DOING THAT AND WHERE WERE YOU AT. YOU DAUGHTER HAD THE PIANO RECITAL ".
( Dad saying to Mom)..." I WENT OUT....YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT...AND IF YOU DO YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT. BECAUSE I AM THE BOSS OF THIS HOUSE AND I CAN DO WHAT EVER I WANT..YOU UNDERSTAND! YOU ARE A MORON AND YOU ALWAYS WILL BE. AND CRYING ABOUT EVERYTHING THAT JUST HAS TO STOP.
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I fall asleep.......
********************************SUNDAY MORNING CHURCH TIME***************************
I couldn't sleep last night at all.
The voices in my brain. Trembling all night wondering If my parents marriage wasn't gonna work out.
Getting out of the bed. Hearing the bed rock as I sit up putting on my tan house shoes that my dog torn up.
Excited to praise my Jesus.
Getting into the shower singing "Amazing Grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me". Singing goes on .
Getting out of the shower .
Got a towel and dried my wet body.
Wiping the misty steamed mirror with a towel . Brushing my teeth. Put on deodorant
I put on my undergarments and I walk out the bathroom door. Walking to my room.
I decided to wear a pair of khaki pants that my got for me for my Birthday this year.
My shirt I got is a Red Polo and for my shoes I got a pair of Clark's slip on shoes .
I get down to the kitchen and I hear the instantly hear the repulsive dispatch coming out of my Fathers mouth.
My Mom and Dad arguing again.
" Hey sorry to interrupt here , but umm...... Don't we have somewhere to be ?I asked as they kept on with the conversation.
"Ok I will just call Aunt Lisa" .
Walking up the old staircase that leads up to my room. I get in my room.I get my phone and I call her.
(Me) .'' Hey Aunt Lisa can you come pick me up again". He ask as I replies.
(Aunt Lisa) ." Are they fighting.. If they are I will come , But I can't keep doing this Honey".
(Me) ." I know you can't...Just please come pick me up!".Asking her as she says yes and hangs up.
I walk down the stairs and I see them still arguing. My Mom talking to Dad about something. I couldn't really hear what they were saying.
Until I heard the word " Divorce".
Hearing my Mom say that word broke my heart. Now my heart is torn in half.
I see my Aunt Lisa's car.
I storm out the door and get into the car.
" Sweetie what's wrong?". Her asking as the tears start falling down my face. Having hard time keeping the tears away.
