Move On? No (ON HOLD)

Chap 9 : Isn't it lovely all alone?

"You keep it on the inside, cause that's the safest place to hide." - weheartit.com

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I trek downstairs in a haze, only to find my parents livid in the lounge. Tears prick the back of my eyes.

They're at it again!?

"Money doesn't grow on trees Arianna!!" Dad growls.

"To hell it doesn't!"

The shouting goes on but I cannot comprehend what they're saying anymore. After last time, some part of me stupidly believed that this, somehow, wouldn't happen again.

They don't notice me standing there. The ground beneath me is shaking. My father, my very own demmed father looks like he would hit mom any minute now and mom looks like she's just done with everything.

Now what do I do? What do I do!? What do I- But he's never hit her or anything, right?

That won't make any difference soon!

I quickly take out my phone, and with shaking hands text Jordan. I tell him about the dire casualty and to come home ASAP. At least he'd be more useful than me.

Now what do I do!?

I was never any help in these situations. But I decide to give it a try, at least that'd be better than nothing.

"Mom... Dad!" I plead with a breaking voice, "Please stop."

How despicable.

Now they were looking at me as to what the hell was I doing here. But it's only short lived.

And for a split second, I thought he'd just kill me.

"SHUT UP ROSANNA!" What I saw in his eyes scared me for my and mom's sake.

"Go back to your room!"

And then they resume with their shouting session. I dreaded to say anything else, I don't know what this man would do in his madness.

After giving it much thought and looking at them helplessly, with millions of emotions flooding inside me, I decide to do as they said. If I stay, I'll just make it worse and now that I've messaged him, Jordan will be back soon.

I really hope so.

I slowly work my way to my room with heavy steps. It felt like my legs would give out any moment. Heck! It felt like I would give out any moment. I get in my room, shut the door and slide down to the floor. I held my head with my hands and could feel warm liquid rolling down my eyes freely. Even from here, I could now hear them so I clamp my hands against my ears, in a pathetic attempt to block it all.

I had a horrible feeling that this would keep going on forever, we would remain in our present roles, destroying ourselves to the point where there's no way back.

I could not shake away the thought.

Why don't they just stop already!? Don't they know what effect it has on their kids? Why doesn't mom do anything other than what she's already doing?!

What can she do when she has such a frickin' man for a spouse!?

And as far as 'my dad' is concerned - how much I wanted to let out humourless chuckle at the mere thought - Well, I shouldn't even bother expecting something from him. He could stop. He could stop being an obnoxious jerk!! But then how would he be able to make our life a living hell!