There were slams and bangs ringing out throughout the house.
"Mello, your scaring me."
Clank! The sound of a fork hitting the floor.
"Tell me, dammit!"
Bang! The sound of a fist hitting the wall.
"I… I don't want to."
Slam! The sound of a drawer being slammed, jingling the silverware.
"Why the fuck not?!"
Crash! The sound of a glass breaking, but never touching the floor.
Near clinched his eyes shut trying to block out the violence going on all around him.
Slap! The sound of flesh hitting flesh.
Near's Hand flew to his cheek automatically and he stared up at Mello from his corner in the kitchen where the two counters meet. "B-because…I know what will happen if I do." Near's eyes flew shut once again, bracing himself for the blow he was sure was coming.
Silence. The sound of ultimate hell.