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"I'm so freaking tired of this", I silently cry while my parents scream at each other below me.
Beware, this isn't anything new. This is a constant. It happens all the time. I should be used to it.
But no one should be comfortable with hatred.
The screaming, the horrible insults, the constant slamming of doors. My dad says a stupid comment to my mother. Her nostrils start to flare as she gets angry. She puts on a fake smile and quietly tells me to go either to my room or to the living room, away from their screams. But the brick walls can't block out pure rage. I go upstairs, then plug in any electronic that emits any sort of sound to block the noise. I'm doing that exact thing right now.
Today the fight started when my dad insulted the meal my mother worked on all day by saying "It tastes like shit, you would've been better off giving us cardboard; right Tifarah?"
Why do I always have to be included?
"Dad, my opinion isn't going to change what you think about this food. And I told you to stop calling me that. It's Tif, just Tif."
"Tifarah Marie Desmond! I will call you by your legal name. I don't understand why you're so ashamed by it anyways. Be proud! Tifarah means beauty, and you're indeed very beautiful."
"Marcus, maybe you should shut you're big mouth for once and respect her wishes, But heaven forbid you show any kind of respect towards anybody", My mother, Jolee, exclaimed.
"Jolee, close your damn mouth! I can say anything I want to this damn child and she will listen to what I say. I'm the parent, she isn't. She shouldn't even listen to your stupid ass, you can't even cook, let alone raise a child", he replied.
Out of anger, my mother tried her hardest to hit a nerve.
"Well fuck whatever rights you think you have in this house, only GOOD parents should be bossing the children around. Your rules and opinions mean nothing in here"
All heads looked at her in pure awe and fright.
"One more thing, you useless piece of trash. Get out of my house"
That's my cue. Quickly I grip my plate, glass of juice and a napkin and try my hardest to miss the explosion that is my dad's temper. When I make it upstairs, the arguement has blown out of proportions. Swears and dirty words are being said. looking around my room, I spot my overtly expensive headphones and my iPhone to listen to some relaxing music.
I'm on my own world now.
but I can't forget what's real.
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