I woke up to the high-pitched screams my mother used to attack my father relentlessly. It wasn't always like this - the late night fights and morning madness. We were happy once as normal families usually are but something in my parents' minds ticked and eventually they got tired of each other's company, revolted by the presence of the other.
I hid my face under a pillow with its covering so worn out one could easily point out it wasn't cared for. As I peeked around the room, I saw my mother's bloodshot eyes and my father's dark red face filled with such anger I couldn't describe. My mother, with such beauty a mother could have, was out late again yesterday; drinking with her coworkers or probably with another man though I wouldn't want to jump into conclusions.
As a 10-year-old child, I didn't want to get up and leave the room which my parents, my brother and I shared, because I was afraid of getting mixed up with their argument. I couldn't sleep in with all the noise their loud mouths made so I waited.. and waited. The time was made slower by whatever great being with powers beyond compare. I swear, I couldn't handle it - their words to each other.. What they said hurt me more than it should and I guess it was harder for me than it was for them.
I guess I got cheated out of my childhood...
