Sleepless Nights (not finnished dont read yet)

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I was woken by the sound of yelling and slamming of doors downstairs. My parents have come home after the get together next door. I could hear them arguing and bickering at each other. About how mom hasn't called the doctor for an appointment. They were arguing in very loud voices, though my sister across the hall right beside the entrance to the stairwell was still fast asleep. I just lay in my bed staring at the ceiling listening...and waiting for the argument to be over already. As minutes went on it seemed to get louder. My mom was stomping around the kitchen cleaning up while my dad must be either following her, or just sitting on our leather couches in the family room attempting to ignore her. 2

I started wondering what time it was.. but no way i could find out. My clock in the corner of my dark little room was unplugged room when i moved it and my cell phone's battery had dyed earlier. 3

Now i could hear my parents voices more clearly, they seemed to move themselves into the family room right by the stairwell. I could hear them still talking (well actually fighting) about the doctor. My mom said she didn't want to call Dr Tim because he gives her a hard time about her smoking, and because of her weight, my dad said nothing which was probably making her more angry. 4

Shut up already. i thought to myself.5

"Yes, because you are always right and i am always wrong right Mark?" i heard my mom say. Which i guess in ways could be true, because sometimes my dad acts like he thinks hes always right. "You said that you were gonna call the doctor from work, so don't give me shit about it." i heard my dad call back.6

Oh god, this entire fight was about how my mom forgot to call the stupid doctor for a stupid appointment because of her stupid broken finger, and she must of asked my dad to call instead and he didn't because he hates with a passion talking on a damn phone; it took him two months to make a eye doctor appointment for me in Aurora so i can finally get contacts --- 7

My mom kept yelling on the top of her lungs, but i could not tell what she was saying. But i knew from her tone it was nothing different then what she always complained about; her weight, how she smokes, how shes done nothing with her life, and how my dad can be a jackass. 8

I could see from the corner of my eye from the window at the end of my bed all of the street lights blinding in the pitch black sky. It must be at least 3:00AM.9

It was quiet for a few minutes. Maybe the fight was done, and i could go to sleep. 10

I could feel my eyes drooping, and i wanted to sleep so badly for i had to wake up early to babysit, but i didn't want to sleep through this, even if i would be able to. 11

I caught the middle of a sentence; "If i have to i would take the kids, the dog and even the cat". It has never been this bad before. I remember when i was only Rylee's age, when they started fighting, but i didn't understand what any of it meant at that stage of my life, for i was only seven years old --- My dad had gone off with our ugly Bronze Buick and came back only a few hours later, and then a few years ago our first year in Barrie they fought again and i think he by accidentally (or purposely) broke one of my moms Ugly pot holders.