You had woken up in the middle of the night to hear Stella and Stolas arguing again. You hated to hear them argue, and hearing them now only scared you more. You quietly listen in, not having much of a choice as you hug your knees to your chest and listen to your parents argue Stella: yelling at Stolas I’M GETTING SO SICK OF YOU BEING A GODDAMN WIMP! Stolas: yelling back ARE WE REALLY ARGUING OVER THE FACT THAT I’M NOT COMFORTABLE BEING TIED DOWN LIKE A DOG?!