Love Verbalise

Flashback:

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My dad screamed. I am in my room now. This commotion in my house has became unvarying. I wished I could turn back time, the time when we three used to stay together contendly, gruntled with everything we had, with all love. I don't know how it all started or why this started, I don't know how their relationship became so toxic. My father and my mother brawl and bicker every freaking day while I stay in my room, I sit there listening to yelling, thwacks, bashes , even though I turn on the TV or plug in my headphones with extremity volume, hoping for a mere distraction still it haunt and petrifies me. I jumped into my bed, cover my ear with pillows then would feel something running down my cheeks slowly saturating an area of my bed.

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They finally got divorced. My tutelage is given to my father and I couldn't pick holes in it since I heard my mother got a suitor already. She relocated already. How and when did this shit turn out to be like this? They use to love each other so freaking much. Why mother? The distressing thing is after I turn 18 I will have to shift in to my mother's place, for I guess two years or so. I wish I never turn 18.
What kinda life will I have after reaching 18? Will it get better or worse?

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