Ray's POV
At some point, I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, my dad's shaking me awake and I'm still on the couch.
"Hey, you need to get up. It's dinner time." He said.
Wow, I slept that long? It's already dinner? I thought, getting up and going to the kitchen.
Dinner was just like any other time, fairly quiet with my dad trying to strike up conversation.
My mom didn't say much, which isn't weird. She hardly ever says much of anything.
I at least was able to talk to my dad about going to the park. My parents weren't strict at all. They didn't mind if I left the house when they weren't around, though my dad didn't recommend it.
After dinner, I went up to my room and started randomly doodling on a piece of paper, drawing nothing in particular.
After a while, I became aware of my parents' voices getting louder. I knew they must be arguing again. It always made me nervous when I heard them yelling at each other.
That's when I heard them say one specific word that grabbed my attention.
Divorce.
I shuddered. They weren't actually considering it, were they?
I hoped not.
I tried not to listen too much. I knew it wouldn't do any good, it would only cause me pain. After all, if they were thinking of divorcing, how could I stop them? My mom didn't
really listen to me. She never seemed to care about me much...She never had. I don't know what I did for her to not care about me. Maybe it was because of how many times I've failed, because I've never done anything right.
It wouldn't surprise me if that was the reason. Only Steven and my dad have ever seen through my mistakes.
I forced myself to close my eyes and not think about them arguing.
Eventually, I felt myself drift to sleep, hoping things would be better in the morning...