JANE
"Rachel, isn't that the voices of your parents?" As we neared Rachel's house, I couldn't help but turn to her and ask, my brows furrowed. Coming from Rachel's house was the distant sound of screams.
It was as clear as day that her parents were in a heated argument. And they appeared to have no care for the neighborhood as they were both shouting at the top of their lungs.
To a disturbing level in fact.
"It's nothing to be concerned about." Rachel responded with an indifferent expression.
"This...," I was startled. Rachel's indifferent expression didn't match the tumultuous scene unfolding at her home. It was as if she expected it. I raised a brow at her.
How could anyone expect to come home to meet their parents in a heated argument such as this? For someone who never came hom
