The impending creak of stairs lurks just to my right as am enraged man marches up them to tell me how angry I have made him. How the fight between him and his wife is much fault. I can't do things correctly, the slamming of every door reminds me of that. The silence that follows is short lived, I know the explosion of hatred and of hateful words is yet to follow. Of my sanity keeps me alive, I would wish I would've died.. Now all that's left to hear is the quiet buzzing of the Air Conditioning and the gentle padding of the dogs feet on the first floor, padding below as they search for our scent.. knowing we are hiding and pained.
