Denial

Chapter 8

Shaila's pov:

Have you ever had one of those nights when you want to go away and never come back?

Have you ever had one one of those nights when you need someone to hold you close, and stay with you to comfort you, but you realize you're alone and your friends are not even there?

Have you ever had one one of those nights when you wish you could just disappear, and you wish you had someone to runaway with?

Have you ever had one of those nights when you feel tired, so fucking tired, you don't even have the energy to cry?

Have you ever had one of those nights when your memories and feelings consume you, making it hard for you to sleep?

Tonight it is one of those nights.

"You're fucking unbelievable! How could you spend 200 dollars just for one day!?" I hear my dad yells from the kitchen.

It is 10 pm and I'm so fucking tired from school, I just want to sleep. But I can't really sleep because my parents are fighting and have been fighting for almost an hour. They keep yelling, even though my door is closed, I can hear everything they say.

My sister is not home, which I'm glad of. She is staying at her friend's house doing some school project, and I'm glad she isn't here. Otherwise, she probably would be crying and she doesn't deserve having to listen to them.

"Because I needed to pay for the doctor, the groceries and everything else!" my mom yells back.

"No you didn't! I already payed for that, for God's sake!"

"Don't talk to me like that, I'm not lying. And why do you keep coming late every single day, you're seeing someone else aren't you?" I can hear my mom is crying right now. You see, this is something she always does. She is always saying my dad is seeing someone else behind her back. I don't know why she keeps doing it, every time they fight over money she brings more problems that don't even exist. It doesn't make sense.

"What the fuck are you talking about!?" I can tell dad is so mad right now. He has a really bad temper, and tries his best to control it, but sometimes he can't. "I'm just asking you to fucking help! I bring all the money to this house, to this family, and what do you do? Nothing, absolutely nothing. You just spend money all the time. I work my ass every single day at work for the family!"

"You do it for the kids, you don't love me, you have never had!"

I sigh and I try to close my eyes to sleep and concentrate this time, but it is kind of difficult when they're yelling so fucking loud. I hope the neighbors can't hear all this scandal.

I try to ignore my parents fighting, and the noises around me, but I find it kind of difficult. After 10 minutes of keeping my eyes closed, I give up. There is no use of trying, I won't be able to sleep until they stop.

I take my phone from my nightstand and I try to call any of my friends. In situations like this, I normally call them to get distracted from all the drama, and focus on my friends instead. First I call Naomi, and after a few rings she sends me to voice mail. I try calling Niall too, but he sends me straight to voice mail too, which means he probably has turned off his phone.

It is so funny how when you need someone the most, they are never there. But when you need them the least, they are there.

I sigh and I turn off my phone. I'm sick and tired of all this fighting, I want to get out of here. I hate nights like this when my parents sob and shout the whole night long, and I have to listen to everything they say because i can't seem to concentrate in anything else.