Nathan
I absolutely hate it when my parents start to argue, it usually lasts for hours. It ends up usually with me leaving the house and Grace crying endlessly until she sleeps. She would scream and cry for them to stop arguing but only be yelled at to go to her room.
Grace would never come to me for comfort when my parents fought. She would stay in her room and eventually fall asleep. But this time it was different.
I couldn't really figure out what the two were arguing about, mainly because they were yelling over each other. The music on my phone wasn't loud enough to drown out the arguing from my parents. Even if it was storming outside, their arguing was loud and frightening.
I was used to my parents arguing over nothing. The next day they will be lovey like nothing ever happened the day before. Yes, my dad has threatened to leave us or divorce my mom, but he never has.
I heard a knock on the door, which I was surprised I was able to hear over all the commotion outside my room. I furrow my brows, walking to the door. I opened the door slowly, surprised at what I saw.
Grace was standing in front of my door, tears running down her face, staining her rosy cheeks. Her bottom lip quivered as she breathed heavily but unsteadily.
I hastily pulled Grace gently into my room, slamming the door shut. I pulled Grace into my arms, not caring that she will probably yell at me to not hug her. I don't really care. Our parents are fighting, she's crying, and she needs comfort.
Grace didn't push me away or snap at me to stop, she relaxed slightly in my arm but cried into my shirt. I didn't really mind, I have plenty of other shirts.
It took Grace a few minutes to get herself back together and stop sobbing. It pained me that she was crying from our parents. Even though Grace and I aren't close, it still hurt seeing her cry.
"Do you want to sit down?" I question, glancing at the bed. grace didn't reply, just kept crying softly into my shirt. "Let's go sit down."
I pulled Grace carefully towards my bed, making sure that my arms were still around her. It was quite difficult getting her onto my bed, but I managed to do it without letting go of her.
"Why do they always fight?" Grace mumbled, pressing her cheek against my chest. "Mama kept saying that she was going to leave... I don't want her to leave. Or Dad..." Grace frowns then looks up at me. "Are they going to divorce?"
"I don't know, Grace." I sigh, which made her big, brown eyes start to water again. "Don't worry, Grace. It'll be alright. They are just angry."
"But they are always getting angry at each other. They fight at least once a week, Nathan. What's going to happen?" Grace asked, her eyes widening as she spoke. I frown in reply, bringing her close to me. "Can I sleep in here with you tonight?"
"Of course." I nod, "are you tired now?"
Grace nods but frowns. "I can't go to sleep in jeans." Her room is across the entire house, there's no way she's leaving going back to her room tonight. I scan my closet, knowing that I should have old pajama pants that she could fit. I left Grace's side, searching inside my unorganized closet. I looked through a few drawers before I found what I needed for her.
I sat on the edge of my bed, waiting for Grace to get out of the bathroom across the hall. I made my bed, grabbed more pillows and blankets from the closet, and made sure that my bed was cleared off.
Grace and I laid in silence but neither of us was asleep. Grace kept tossing and turning, sniffling, and moving either close or away from me. She would throw the blanket off of her or roll into a ball with it. The arguing was still going on, which didn't help either of us relax.
