Melissa

Chapter 3: Arguments

As I slowly walked into my house I closed the door quietly and was startled by the sound of glass breaking.

"You fucking bitch you always try to pick a damn fight!"I heard my dad say in anger.

Ugh. It was my parents of course they are going at it again. I walked into the kitchen where the fight was going on and grabbed a bottle of water. They stopped arguing and stared at me.

"Where the hell have you been?" my mother said. "You're 5 minutes late"

"I don't have a curfew" I corrected my mother and walked away. 

She followed me and called my name as I was going up the stairs. I stopped.

"You need to stop with this smartass crap!" she yelled "I'm your mother and you need to speak to me with some damn respect!"

"Well stop acting like such a bitch, mom!" I yelled to her and ran up the stairs. 

I already knew that her facial expression was shocked and she was speechless, but I couldn't help myself. I love my mother and father, but they've always have been such cruel people because they thought I was the root of their problems. It really isn't, they just take turns picking a fight and move everything to me so I could say something actually smart and move on.

So I ran into my room, locked the door, and sat down on the floor with my knees close to my chest. Once again I started crying which turned into sitting in the dark until I fell asleep.