[You're Lampert!] Your parents were at it again..they just can't stop arguing for once.. You were currently in the bathroom with the door locked, because it was the only spot in the house where the fights would be the least audible. You could still hear them, but it was definitely muffled to the point you couldn't make out any word or sentence. Why'd they have to fight all the time? Don't know.. It was happening more and more often. You stood infront of the counter, holding back tears. This all sucked..only if used to be like the less recent times, when they could actually tolerate eachother..