It was 3 o'clock the next morning when the yelling began. I sat bolt upright in bed. My parents seemed to be screaming at each other over and over. Although i knew exactly what they were saying I did not want to hear it. I heard a movement upstairs aswell, Tom had woken up too, obviously it was impossible to sleep through this racket. He came down to my room after about five minutes and sat on my bed. We listened to the angry retorts and scolding shouts. I felt like shouting too, I felt like telling them both to shut up and be nice to each other again. But theres no point, because no one would hear me.
It stopped, an hour had passed and I had fallen asleep on Tom's shoulder. As we both recovered from the uneasy nights sleep, I groaned my head seemed to throb.