Opposites Attract

Chapter Seven: Barbie Bitch

I don't get it. How can two people go from loving to not caring at all over night? I remember when the arguing first started. It was a little over a month ago and one day they were a happy married couple and the next morning there was so much tension that i felt like i was suffocating. It's never been the same since that day.

They usually don't see each other in the morning, which gives me peace at mind knowing my day won't start out horrible, but there are the rare times that they catch each other and just say rude comments under their breath. I hate it, but at least they aren't yelling yet. That starts later. Dad comes home after eleven and i try to get to sleep before then so i wont hear them, but it's useless considering i usually get woken up anyway.

They won't even look each other in the eye anymore! I just wanted to run down there and put them in their place! I wanted to sit them down and talk so they could get to the bottom of whatever the hell this is. But i'm also afraid if i say anything, it will start more problems.

I'm tired of hiding under my covers like a child, trying to drown out they're screams and then acting like everything was normal in the morning.

I was staring at my ceiling, my face wet and palms sweaty. I was so far gone in my thoughts that i barely heard the knock on my door. I just ignored it and shifted over onto my side, hoping the person would take a hint and leave.

Obviously that wasn't the case because i heard my door creak open and a shadow spread across my room from the hallway light.

"You awake?" A hushed whisper came from my doorway.

"No." I said, quickly wiping away my tears.

I heard quiet footsteps come across my room. As i looked up, i saw Logan's figure walking into the bathroom and was almost blinded by the sudden bright light until he closed the door.

I sat up in my bed and watched the door, waiting for him to come out. About a minute later he emerged from the bathroom and didn't even glance my way as he hurried to the door.

"I told you to use the one downstairs."

He turned and looked at me, well his eyes traveled something a little below my face. When i noticed him staring, he quickly averted his gaze to the floor.

I looked down and noticed that my tank top had slid low and most of my chest was exposed. I quickly pulled up my shirt and covered myself with my blankets.

"I didn't feel comfortable going down there. Would you?"

No. In fact I'd rather be anywhere but here!

I just shrugged and slumped back down into my bed, snuggling into my pillow.

"How long has this been going on?" He said after a pause.

"What?"

"Fighting."

I stayed silent, i just wanted to be left alone. I hoped he would realise that this is not something i want to talk about at midnight.

"Do you think i haven't noticed the tension, the forced smiles, snarky comments to each other when they think im not listening? I know they have been trying to keep the fighting at bay for my sake, but trust me i noticed."

"It's been a while."

He stayed silent and stared at my back.

"Im sorry." I sat up in my bed to look at him. "You shouldn't have to deal with this. You needed a place to stay so my mom offered knowing damn well what you were coming into. I'm sorry you have to live here in a house of constant yelling."