Your parents were having another screaming match in the living room. This time you couldn’t even remember what this one was over.

As time went on, your parents started fighting more and more; it was becoming a regular routine.It was okay, though, because you always had your brother, Andrew; he always checked on you during your parents fights.

During this fight you were in your room, trying to focus on your book as you heard a knock on the door; eventually your brother popped his head into your room. “Can I come in?”You nodded after a while; he walked into your room and sat next to your bed. “One day we’ll be able to leave, okay? I promise.”