Flipped - Ch. 4

(Anxiety Pov.)

I can hear them.

I woke up again, their voices loud and clear through the thin walls.

They were arguing again.

I could hear De, she always had a bold voice. Then I heard the more screeching and psychotic voice.

To be honest it kind of bewildered me. How on earth are those two still together? Do they not know they are the only thing keeping me up at night?

I smile as I stare blankly at the dark grey ceiling. My fairy lights able to reach the dark grey paint.

I sigh, turning to focus on the fairy lights that were draped on the edges of my bed, lighting me up. And my door.

Geez, will they ever shut up? I say to myself in almost a cherry tone, but is quickly dampered by another round of argues and an unsettling crash in the livingroom.

My head snaps up, franticly glancing at the door. I then rush the covers off me, walking to the brass handle, subconciously calming my nerves that started peaking through on my skin. Sending framiliar shaking in my arms.

I closed the door behind me with a thud, causing me to flinch, and me thinking that they heard me. But they didn't.

The t.v. light was the only thing on, the volume on low were I could bearly hear it from the hallway over the sound of their yelling and my accelerating breathing.

I walked down the hall as confident as I could be, my shaky arms a dead giveaway to my wished 'calm' and 'in charge' demeter I tried to display.

I stepped around the corner, Treta standing in my veiw, holding, I beleive, a candle holder. My eyes emidiently find the sgarpest part of it, my mind running through all the horrible possibilities and unwelcomed outcomes.

Then I see de in front of her, eyes still blazing but one hand held up in defence as her body looked more in a defensive position then her usual sharp positioning.

"Are you serious!? How can someone be so heartless!" I heard Treta shreak, eyes wild and out of control.

De blared back, "Treta! Snap out of it! Your the one going to far right now!"

I decide to step in now as well.

I breath, "Treta, please calm down, whatever she said, you know she dosn't mean it," I say in a calm tone.

How on earth did I say it so calmly while the rest of me shook?

"Oh yeah? Then why don't I hear it from her? Is she gonna lie? Is this why!?" Treta yells back, almost knocking me back from how loud she was.

I try soothing her again, almost starting to calm her confused and clearly sadden and fearful figure, when de decided to do somthing.

I was almost too locked in Treta's eyes and in the procces of calming her to cetch it, but I did, a bubble of rage briefly in that split second forming at what de was doing.

"De, stop!" I spat, causing de to freeze like I hoped, but an unforetold sudden movement in Treta.

De quickly dropped the rod, stepping backward just as quickly. Unfortunetly, I realized a little too late why until my eye caught sight of Treta who immediately turned tword de.

Her turn didn't leave me the scar on my left cheek, didn't knock me down to the floor and leave me baffled at what just happened. It was the thing in her right hand, the candle holder that flew in the air carelessly at her turn that hit me square in the face, and send me tumbling onto the floor.

I was so confused, just sat there. I looked back over to them, de and Treta both seemingly unaware.

Only a minute after and both of them were hugging, Treta crying into de's shoulder after they both apologised and calmed, like there outburst didn't happen. De glanced at me but I looked away, blinking as I shook off the daze and unnoticed starting tears, standing up and walking into the hall.

I leaned on the wall for a moment, a headache about to kick in. I huffed then started walking to the bathroom, only then to notice at the sinks mirrors the bleeding that dripped down my cheek and to my chin from a deep cut.

To be honest it didnt even hurt.

Thus wasn't the only night I've tried to help in their arguments, usually I wouldnt be hit though.

I ceaselessly only stopped the bleeding, putting a bandaid over it thinking it would just go away, not even knowing it would scar.

Well, I couldn't blame myself, who would of known? It happened awhile ago anyway. I glance over to the two sitting on the couch, hugging eachother.

I look away.

You know, I wasn't mad of what she did.

Why am i remembering that now?

I grabbed my legs, holding them to my chest. Still sitting on the floor as the movie played for the two.

But, I wish they asked if I was ok.