I slamed the door behind me almost tearing it off the hinges. I didn't care that we were renting, I didn't care that it was 2 in the morning and I would probably freeze to death, I just wanted to get away. I nearly broke the latch trying to open the window. I climbed out onto the roof. I yanked my blanket from the inside of the house and laid there. Heaving in breaths as I watched the scattered starry picture in front of me calming me like it always did when things became hostile in the house. They we're at it again.
*Two Years Prior*
School was quite a distance away from my house and since we lived on the outskirts of town, walking was a daily exercise. I walked up to the pavement getting out of the street behind me. I had skipped breakfast so I was ready to devour anything in the fridge. As I came up to ring the doorbell, I heard my Mum and Dad... screaming at each other.
"I'M SO SICK AND TIRED OF YOU!"
"WHATEVER HAPPENED TO 'FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE'!!?"
"I GUESS IT RAN AWAY JUST LIKE HOW I WILL!"
"DON'T FUCKING TRY TO THREATEN ME NANCY!!"
My fists attacked the door violently. I knocked so hard I knew bruises would form all over my knuckles. Why were they fighting? There's never been any tension. No one ever cussed in the house. My family? fighting? My parents knew each other before getting together, before becoming boyfriend girlfriend, and before marrying of course. They we're childhood bestfriends. They never fought. It all sounds impossible but once you've known someone for so long, differences are put aside. They knew each other, repected each other, and loved each other, period.
"MUM, DAD, OPEN UP!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!!" I screamed, so loud, I swore the neighbors would hear and possibly call the police.
I stood waiting for what seemed like hours. I twirled the ends of my hair. The screaming continued. Minutes later doors slammed. What in the world was going on? Even their little fights we're so miniscule; they we're practically the perfect couple. The front door bursted open. It was my mother, she pulled me in and clung me to her shaking body. I could feel her heart screaming in and out of her chest.
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The cool breeze drew in, instantly calming me. I heard no screaming, I felt no tears, I choked on no words. Being able to lie here on the roof, being able to be alone, being able to just get away from it all, school, work, even home all seemed to be the highlight of my life. It almost seemed peaceful.
"YOU WOULDN'T CARE IF I WAS STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ARCTIC OCEAN YOU FUCKING ARSE!! 'CARE' MY ASS!!" pounded against my eardrums as my eyes shot up in anger.
"You've got to be kidding me." I hissed still laying down, pretending to be undisturbed. As if the person intended on tearing my already-swollen eardrums from earlier arguments apart, he made every possible sound, it seemed, jabs to a punching bag, screaming, furniture being thrown about. The voice didn't come from my Mum or Dad. It was foriegn and annoying as hell.
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Of Two Pieces
Fanfiction"There's a boy, lost his way, looking for someone to play There's a girl, in the window, tears rolling down her face" - Demi
