ALEX
Mom’s voice echoed from downstairs, sending tremors to every inch of the house. Another fight session with my Dad — I'm getting sick and tired of watching my parents fight every day. I ignored them. I needed to check on Nicky.
"Is Mum and Dad fighting again?" Nicky asked in a trembling voice as I walked in, his face still pale from the cold. His eyes are partly shut, and he was curled like a ball.
This has been the routine for days now. The arguments never seemed to end and they hurt Nicky so bad.
"I'm sorry," Tears hazed my eyes as I bent to kiss his cheek. Nicky was only seven years old, way too young to experience the trauma of growing up in a chaotic home.
I'm nineteen years old and legally a consenting adult. More than that, I've seen far worse things than a couple fighting
