Chapter 7

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You arrive back home and check the time.
9:05pm.
You open the front door to hear what you usually would expect to hear.
Screaming.
Shouting.
Curse words.
Your parents argue almost every night, but they usually get over it.
But this time seems different.
Something just feels different about tonight.

You walk into the kitchen and grab a bag of crisps/a bottle of coke/any other food or drink and sit outside your parents bedroom, listening in to their argument.

"I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU!" You hear your mother shout.

"WHAT?! I CANT BELIEVE YOU'RE HOLDING THIS AGAINST ME!" You hear your father cry.

"HOW CAN I NOT?"

"YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! I'M DONE WITH IT!"

Your mother's voice suddenly becomes very concerned "w-what do you mean?"

"I MEAN I DON'T WANT TO BE WITH YOU ANYMORE! I WANT TO GET A DIVORCE!" Your father screams.
You hear footsteps getting closer to the door, so you quickly rush to the bathroom, tears flooding in your eyes.

You begin to cry.
You hear stomping all around your house, then you hear the front door slam shut.

"Y/N?" You hear your mother knock on the bathroom door. You can tell that she has been crying as well "did you-did you hear that conversation?"
You open the bathroom door and nod sadly.
Your mother pulls you into a warm hug and strokes your hair.
"It's going to be okay. We don't need him. The three of us will be okay by our selves."
You look up at her confused.
The three of us?
You don't have any brothers or sisters.
What could she have possibly meant by the three of us?
She looks down at you and sighs "I'm pregnant. You're getting a younger brother or sister."
You smile up at her and rest your head on her shoulder.

A younger sibling?
Divorced parents?
So much is changing.

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