Hey, I writing a personal narrative and now we'er in the peer edit phase, we are suppose to do this with a friend but i dont have any friends in that class and meeting new people scares me so im taking to watpad. point out spelling, punctuation and other mistakesTHIS IS NOT APART OF TALE OF TWO HEARTS OR ITS PLOT
This is a true story btw
Loud Voices
My eyes shot open hearing those yells I had heard many nights before. I rolled my eyes, I knew this all too well. It was happening again they were fighting 'they' being my mother and father. Their fights were loud and echoed throughout the house making it rumble, I hated when they fought I didn't want to hear my parents yell at each other with hate and venom dripping from their voices with every word they spat and after hearing them almost every night it got old. Some nights would end with the police getting called which always made me uneasy, how long would it take before it got even more serious that just a simple 9-1-1 call?
Meanwhile as they shouted at each other, I slowly crept into their room "could you stop?" I asked their eyes snapped towards me I could see the fire behind them, my father stood there gritting his teeth the way he did when he was upset while my mother apologized for waking me up "we're sorry baby". My parents were never married, I'm thankful they weren't I had already knew that my mother's love for my father had faded many years ago, the air was thick with anger and hard to breath.
The yelling continued making the ears ring, my older brother tended to stay in his room when this happened but I couldn't I was too anxiety ridden to just leave them to work out their own problem which it seemed like hey could never do. My mind wouldn't let me ignore my parents it flooded with ' what if's' I didn't want anything bad to happen to either of them, our house gradually got louder and louder. Our house felt like a trap that no matter how hard you couldn't escape the once quite home became a battlefield of heavy hateful words swirling with poison, and that poison spread to everyone seeping into them and planting itself there forever. My father always started petty childish arguments with my mother he'd say or do any and everything to bother her over and in return that made me and my brother, me mostly begin to resent him. I wanted nothing to do with him I no longer wanted to be in the same house as him and when he finally saw this he'd go off and blame my mother for telling lies about their father "your the reason our kids hate me!" "they're not blind they see the way for are!" She was right I wasn't blind and my mother had never said anything to make us kids dislike him, it was his own fault . Having my father in the house was really starting to get me, I was about to go crazy, I was going crazy, I tried not hate him and had managed to convinced myself that I only strongly disliked him but. Then he'd go off and do something and upset someone, and the jail of hate I had escaped shackled me back in again.
It was difficult to just, after all the chaos the night before, act as if nothing even happened the day after almost like the night before was another world only surviving in my memory. Father would always try to pull the wool over everyone's eyes going around saying that what he did was in the past and that we should just forget about it, did he not care? Did he not care that he was the one creating a toxic environment that felt like it was trying to kill us?
It went on like this for years, until one day mom snapped what ever patience she had left was now withered into fine dust that the wind could blow away with just only final puff. She had kicked my dad out, I don't know why she had delayed this for so long but is was it long time coming. I was glad he was leaving that meant it would be peaceful and quiet, no more shouts in the middle of the night, no more going crazy, no more toxicity.
One thing I learned, if anything, was I didn't even want a relationship like the one my parents had and I definitely never in a million years wanted to be like my father. I feel sorry for my mom she had to deal with this before me or my brother ever did, 20 years, 20 years she had stuck around, what made her? I don't know and if I did I wouldn't understand. I'm not completely sure how I feel about my dad nowadays I hate hate him but I don't not love him, for now I'll just settle for a strong disliking towards him. In never wanna be living under the same roof as him again ,for I never want to hear those loud voices in the night ever in my life.
im up for any tips and things like that ;0
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