Way To You

I can't stand it anymore!

--- hey there! First of all I'd like to thank you for clicking on this story and maybe deciding to read it.

I also really hope that you'd like my story since I've been thinking of this for weeks and finally i'm working on it. and please read the author's note.

And I beg your apology if i ever have mistakes in which I'm sure I'd commit some~~~

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I digged my head deep into my pillow and put on my earphones making sure the music is on full volume. I hate it this way. My parents didn't know how to manage their noise when they argue-no, fight would be more specific.

Last time I checked it's still 4:30 in the morning. Yet mom and dad are up so early just to waste time on their fighting. I sighed, trying to gain inner peace but their voices were still leaking and trying to escape to my ears!

"... It has always been you David! Don't you dare blame me! " Will I grow up like this? I mean get old with the lines that are echoing in my head? No. I can't and I don't want.

"I tried to improve things Anna. But you don't even try to strengthen your part! You're always procrastinating on this!" I can hear dad's weak voice trying to fight the tears that wants to escape from his stressed eyes. His sobs are the most uncommon things that I realized about him. He cries.

I rolled over my bed. I sat down a little bit to put my indoor slippers on a started heading my way to the bath. I grabbed my blue towel and shoved on the shower curtains. After about ten minutes of shower I put on my black tank top and a sweatpants.

As I walked down to the living room, shattered pices of glass were all around the staircase.

"this is hell." I whispered to myself although I didn't need to if I want not my parents to hear since their voices are louder than a speaker.

Anyways, I ignored it and continued walking downstairs. I made my way to the kitchen to find my parents fighting. This is the worst part of my life. They always fought and they don't even consider that they is also one person living in this house and that is their daughter. I crossed my arms to my chest. Inhale, exhale.

"Don't you have any other place to do your arguing?" I shouted on them with a vexated manner. "Because honestly, I don't wanna live in a house like this."

Dad turned to face me with an apologetic face and mom right behind him with her palm resting on her forehead. I really thought I would explode saying that thing but i think I have shut them out. People would always say that I am lucky to have my parents because they are very hardworking people and responsible. And i think that they are right with the hardworking thing because they really are but I also disagree on the responsible part. Is arguing in front of their child a responsible thing? I don't think so. That's being absurd.

"I'm sorry Tenny. We don't mean to wake you up." Mom said trying to make herself calm down. I could almost laugh with what she just said!

I chukled . "Is that the only reason you can identify why I'm so mad with you two right now?" I walk forward to mom. "For about a month, you two have been fighting and all and actually I am so upset that you are so inconsiderate!"

In that moment, I made myself out of the kitchen and ran back to my room. I can't think of further words I am going to shout to them. It's just that I love them so much that I don't want them to fight. So flibbertigibbet of them.

I clasped on the door knob with my right hand. It's like the stress flows through my veins and controls my body. Slowly I opened the door and walked to the bed leaping. Ugh! I slumped my fifty-kilo body on my bed carelessly. Inhale, exhale.

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"You're coming to my house?" the surprised voice of Andrea almost broke my eardrums. Good thing she answered her phone on the second ring. I really guessed she almost didn't want to sleep at all.

"I just need to go there," I pushed my phone harder on my ear with my shoulder supporting. I climbed into the cockpit and started the engine. Good thing my car is a little bit silent so that my parents won't notice that I drove out of the curb and went to the road. Either ways, I didn't care if they'll notice; they didn't really care.

For a second of silence I felt Andrea's hesitance linger over the phone. "Uhhh... I know that I can't stop you even if I'm gonna remind you that it's still a quarter past four o'clock dawn," she chuckled. Well, at least there's one person who listens to my problems even at midnight. "I'd like it even more if you'll bring some foods."

"Doritos actually,"

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This chapter may be really short but I'm working on my next chapters to be kinda long or maybe shorter than long.

I have plotted the chapters already but i'm not that quick on updating so... it's gonna take a long while before I'll update. so i'm gonna ask for your patience.

So what do you think about Tenny? who is Andrea?

you'll figure that out someday... thanks for reading!!