"Spencer just go to sleep!" My dad yelled from the doorway
I coward in my bed the covers up to my chin, he had already turned off the lights and once he closed the door it be pitch black.
"Dad, please, I don't like the dark" I whimpered out
"Spencer you're seven years old, you're too old for this! Now go to bed!"
"William, why you just let him keep the light on?" my mother's voiced carried from somewhere I couldn't see.
"Diana, are you really doing this in front of Spencer!"
"I just think maybe if you let him-"
"This is why he never listens to me!"
"Dad, please could I just leave the light on" I asked trying again
"No!" his shout punctuated with the door slamming shut.
I could feel the walls around me getting closer, unimaginable things reaching up from under the bed and grabbing me by the feet and pulling me under with them.
If I could just get up to the light switch, dad might not even noticed I turned it back on. He was too busy fighting with mom, if the screams and shouts from their room was anything to go by. But the dangers that lurked while I got there frightened me enough to keep were I was.
I could feel my pillow getting cold and wet from my tears, why couldn't mom just stop fighting with dad long enough to rescue me from the monsters? I knew no one would come and save me though, the monsters would get me.
Small sobs wracked my body as I envisioned all the ways I could die right now. I could almost see their giant sharp teeth shining in the moonlight, their razor sharp claws ready to rip open my stomach, just waiting to devour me whole.
"Spencer you have to be kidding me!" I was awakened by my father's loud and angry voice booming down.
I opened my eyes and realized it was morning now and I was very wet. My cheeks burned as I realized I must have wet the bed again.
"Again, Spencer! How old are you?!"
I didn't say anything avoiding his eyes at all cost.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you!"
"I'm, seven" I mumbled out
"Don't mumble at me! And look at me when I'm talking to you!"
"I'm sorry, dad! I didn't mean to!" I said crying now why was he yelling, it was his fault. He could have just let me sleep with the light on even mom agreed.
"Don't yell- you know what, I don't have time for this. Clean this mess up and be ready in thirty minutes." He said ending the conversation and walking out, leaving me sitting in bed crying.