They were screaming at each other again. It was like this almost every night now, and words were being thrown at each other that she didn’t understand. Slut. Bitch. Bastard.

There were, however, the familiar phrases.

“Get out of this house!”

“This is my house, that I earned, with my money!”

No matter how she tried to hide, whether under her bed, or buried in pillows, she always heard how much they hated each other, and the fact that she could never get away from it made her very, very sad.

They used to be happy, and not so long ago that she forgot what happiness was like. It was as sweet as the cotton candy at the fair, as beautiful as the sun at the beach, and as warm as her hands in theirs.

Lately though, it was always yelling, and dirty looks, and people she didn’t know talking to her parents. Pretty people, and people in suits, and people who just made her feel awful. She hoped it would stop.

Then there was a sudden loud bang, which was something she had never heard before, and her mother’s scream.