Loud voices sounded around the house. Cursing, insulting, quarreling, and blaming, as usual.. His parents are arguing.
They quarrel on daily topics, tirelessly and non-stopping, which annoyed the one who was sitting on the couch, playing with his video games. All of this happens every day continuously, as if it was a broken CD that revolves around itself and never stops.
"Do they not get tired of their arguments?" He said, while pressing the buttons of the joystick randomly. He was always sitting in that position, playing while they were shouting at each other, trying hard to keep his focus distracted from their conversations.
They certainly only talk about their failed relationship, and that his presence in their lives is a disgrace between them that shouldn't be alive in this house.
After minutes, he sighed, annoyed because of these voices, and threw the joystick away. He was already pissed off and started to feel a headache gnawing at the back of his head.
He sneaked up to the door of the house, and quietly pulled the keys of his father's car from the pocket of his coat hanging near the door of the house, then He looked behind him to make sure that no one saw him, and with a quick movement he came out of the house, closing the door behind him quietly.
"Hey guys!! I got the keys!!"
