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"You always do this! Starting shit for no reason! I can't go anywhere without you being on my ass!" I held my hands over my ears, rocking back and fourth over and over again. They've been fighting all night.
"You are such a bastard! What do you do while you're out? Huh? Fuck other women!?" I jumped up out of my bed, throwing my door open as ran into the living room, when a vase came hurling towards me, smashing into the wall right above my head. I stood there in shock with my eyes wide. Dad threw something.. And almost hit me. I looked at him with tears in my eyes as his mouth was wide open, speechless. Mom glared at him, throwing a bottle at him. She was so furious. I don't thin I've ever seen her this angry.
"You almost hurt our daughter Jim! Do you feel good about yourself?! Huh?!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs, then burst through the front door, running across the street to the Cobain house. To Kurt. I can't take it anymore! I ran through their yard, hitting the door several times, tears running down my face. The door instantly opened, Kurt standing there, looking angry. When he registered it was me his face softened a little, worry written on his face.
"Bean! What's wrong?" I ran into his arms, tears falling on his shoulder.
"They won't stop Kurt! They keep yelling." I pulled away a little, seeing that Kurt's hands were bright red.
"Kurt? What happened to your hands?" He softly took my hand, taking me to his room. Once we walked in, my eyes widened. He had written all over the wall....
"I hate Mom, I hate Dad. Dad hates Mom. Mom hates Dad. It simply makes me sad."I jumped up on his bed, tracing the letters with my fingers, noticing the marker laying on his covers. Kurt jumped up with me, watching me as i wrote underneath his message, drawing broken glass. And a broken heart. I threw the marker across the room, falling onto the bed as I looked across the room, my eyes welling up again. Kurt fell with me, us both looking off into the distance. Then at each other. Two broken kids. Two broken families. Two broken hearts.
