-55- / -Im drowning-

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Part. 55 -I'm drowning-

"The lace in your dress, tangles my neck, how do I live?"

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I slammed my door shut, jumping into my bed giggling.

"Where did she go?" My dad whispered behind the door.

In here, stupid.

"I don't know? Do you think she's in the bathroom?" My mom laughed.

"No.. I think she's," the door flung open, revealing both of my parents.

"Here!" My dad grinned, running over to my bed and jumping onto the covers. My mom followed after, jumping on top of him. He laughed, flipping her around and tickling both of us. We giggled, and laughed until tears came out of our eyes.

"Wooe. Now I got to go. Night out with the boys." My dad plopped down beside me. His white undershirt wrinkled slightly, but the large smile on his face completely distracted my mom. She stared at him like he was her priced possession. His bright blue eyes comparing to my mothers had no match.

They were in love.

"Alright. Be back soon, I don't want you out late." My mom planted a long kiss on his lips, and I turned away.

"Ew! Get a room... just not mine!" I crossed my small arms together. He laughed.

"Bye princess."

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The sound of chairs falling and glass shattering shook me up in my sleep.

What's happening?

I slipped on my pink slippers and tiptoed to my door, pressing my ear on it.

"Adrian! Calm down, please baby! Calm down- ahh!" I heard my mom scream, before a large slap echoed throughout the house.

I opened my door slowly, stepping out, and walked down the hallway, glancing down the railing.

"Don't tell me when to calm down!" My dad shouted, his brown wavy hair crowding his face. His tie was undone, and his black tux looked ruined, a large stain of what looked to have been wine ran down the white vest.

"Baby, I'm sorry." My mom cried, holding her cheek, on the floor.

"Shut up!" He shouted, throwing the bottle in his hand against the wall. I winced, holding back tears.

No, why are they fighting?

He walked over to my mom once more, and gripped her by her hair. He whispered into her ear, before dropping her back down on the floor.

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