Messed Up

Bella was forced to open both eyes from her deep sleep in her cosy ivory Egyptian cotton covers.

"Arrrrrrrgh, for fuuuuucks saaaaake," she screamed at the top of her lungs, stamping her left foot, followed by the right as hard as she could, in an attempt to let those two downstairs know of her anger. For a minute, there was complete and utter silence. She sat back down, but just as she was about to lie back, the racket started again.

"That's it. I can't take it no more" she mumbled underneath her breath, even though she was the only one in the room.

She got up, slammed her bedroom door behind her and took heavy steps with her tiny feet. As she got to the middle of the staircase, still half asleep, she was confronted by her dad, screaming at her mum.

"What is your problem. I'm trying to sleep, do you not have any sympathy", she yelled at the both of them, hoping she had shouted loud enough for her mum to hear, as she was somewhere in the kitchen, clanking the pots & pans, almost in sync with her abusive comments, which was giving Bella's dad an even better excuse to shout back.

Even after she had yelled they were still shouting over each other. Bellas dad slammed the kitchen door, and walked into the living room, bringing his argumentative comments with him as he shuffled himself towards the TV using it as a getaway to drown out the noise. Meanwhile, Bellas mum was in the kitchen, talking to herself.

The End

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