XXIII: Crumbles

I made my way downstairs; it was 6am probably and I needed a glass of water. I waqs almost by the kitchen, but I froze in my spot after hearing the voices scream from the kitchen.

"What do mean you're on it?" my mother spoke, exasperated. "You've been telling me the same bullshit for months now!"

There was a crashing sound that made me wake fully when I heard it. It sounded like a pot.

"I am working on it as hard as I can, woman! It's easier said than done!"

I heard my mother huff, jaggedly, "It better get easier, or else, I fucking swear Alexander."

"You fucking swear what, Bethany?! YOU'LL LEAVE ME?! GO AHEAD I'M SO TIRED OF HEARING YOU SPIT OUT SHIT WHEN I'M ALREADY FUCKING WALKING ON A KNIFE!"

I shuddered at their voices that continued to blare on and felt tears start to well in my eyes.

My dad kept barking on up until there was a lou