Your parents were arguing loudly in the living room downstairs, you were scared and uncomfortable. You didn’t want them to fight. You peaked out of your room while you had tears rolling down your face as your brother — Mike — walk walking in the hallway and saw you “woah! Hey there, why are you crying?” He leaned down. “it’s them isn’t it? I thought you were old enough and didn’t care anymore like I do.” He sighed “come on then.” He entered your room.