"Mother fucker," I grimaced, sitting up

Muffled by the wall, the angry whispers grew. I got up, checking my room for imperfections in need of cleaning. Nothing

"You dare to kick us out?!" Mom's voice was shrill, making my eardrums shrivel. "To put me and my child on the streets?!"

Fingers shaking, I grabbed my phone for the time.

4:30

"I have school and work tomorrow, I don't have time for this." I groaned, putting a finger in one ear.

Left one open, just in case.

"I never said that." My Dad mumbled.

"You did, mother fucker!" I heard a slap, Dad whimpering slightly.

"Misaki!" The sound of my name; foreign and sickening.

I shuddered, closing my eyes. "Stop."

"Oh yea," My Mom mocked, " Call out for your son, fucking pussy, trying to kick us out."

"I don't have to take this." Dad left the bedroom, I could hear him turn on the TV.

"I'm not done!" Mom followed him.

"Just leave me alone." Dad said, a crash erupting.

"I hate you!" Mom screamed, throwing some kind of glass.

Another slap.

I cringed, standing up and pulling a shirt on. My breathing tried to even out, but to no avail .

Dad had enough, a fist finally broke from his body and into Mom's.

"You hit me," She cried, "Misaki, call the cops!"

I rushed to the door, hand hesitating at the knob.

I don't want to.

I opened it, staring at the two. Dad red, huffing and holding Mom down.

"Let go," I said, reasoning with beasts, " Don't hurt her."

Dad's eyes glared, brows raised in confusion. But the man let her go.

"Son of a bitch!" She screamed, marching to the kitchen and grabbing the coffee pot. Still loaded with liquid, it went soaring, crashing into the wall besides Dad.

"Mom." I whispered, voice monotone.

Dad went over to the phone beside her,"I'm calling the police."

"Like hell, mother fucker," She grabbed a mug, breaking it against the counter. With a new, sharp weapon she edged close to him. "You're not calling anyone."

Tears drifted to my eyes, hands raised, "Mom, stop it!"

My voice lost all monotone, breaking as I spoke.

She looked to me, tilting her head. The light hair and crazed eyeballs struck every chord within me. My heartbeat fastened until she turned from me and set it down.

Dad ran to the door, "I'm out, fuck this."

With that, he slammed the door and Mom's face went blank. She stumbled her way to the bedroom, shutting herself in.

I sighed, gazing around the living room. The white walls were spotless except for the new coffee stain, carpet laced with glass.

I went to the pantry, kitchen floor also littered. Pulling out a broom, I swept.

Glancing at the calendar, I realized that Takahiro was visiting tomorrow.