Weeks have slowly passed since I moved into Vincent's house. The constant bickering was on for almost two weeks. Maybe Vincent had grown tired of it. Or maybe he was just busy spending time somewhere else. All I know is that I see less and less of him for the past few days.
I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It's twenty minutes past ten. I have not heard his car came in. The room next to mine is utterly quiet. It is not hard to tell that Vincent is not home yet. Truth be told, I do not really feel like we are living under the same roof.
I checked my phone and saw that I have new messages from my mom. She checks on me every once in a while. As for my dad, I have not heard from him for a long time.
Maybe this is my punishment.
I looked at the window facing the pool. The water
