"Oh, I've been on my own
For too long. Till I saw you,
And my heart split wide in two.
'Cause you found me,
The devil's child, the demons want -
They know me, they know me.
An angel girl - the holy one,
The only one who knows me.
She knows me.
'Cause I was all alone until you came."
- heyboy
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Hunter's POV
I wake up in the middle of the night to shouting downstairs.
Somewhere in my hazy, sleep deprived mind, I try to find the energy to be annoyed or upset, but I'm so used to this by now, all I can manage is numb disappointment.
I'm too lazy to roll over and shove earbuds in to drown them out, so instead I allow the voices to drift in from downstairs. The sound ebbs and flows, their voices rising then retreating, like some kind of twisted tide.
It isn't until I hear glass shatter that I sit upright. I bolt out of bed, throwing a shirt on before heading downstairs.
Halfway to the kitchen, their words become clear.
"Damn it, John, I won't do this anymore!" my mom shouts, and I conclude that she must've been the one to throw the plate.
The splintered shards of it litter the kitchen floor.
"Do what?" I hear my dad respond. "What exactly about your life is so hard? Is it all the sitting around while my hard work pays for your entire life?"
"You think this is about your goddamn money?"
"When is it ever about anything else?"
"Oh, get over yourself, John. Maybe it's about how you don't listen to me? How you're never around? How you refuse to go to counseling? You never change."
My dad lets out a short caustic laugh. "That's just great, Kara. So it's all my fault now, huh? You're the perfect little wife, and I'm some kind of monster?"
"I didn't say that. Don't put words in my mouth."
"Maybe I'm busy, but at least you know where I am at night. At least when I'm not here, it's because I'm out trying to provide for this family."
My stomach does a weird sort of lurch at the word. He still calls this a family?
I hear my dad's hands slam against the kitchen island. "I'm not the one who's out at all hours doing God knows what with God knows who," he continues. "I've lost count of the number of times the valets at the club have had to drive you home after one too many."
"Being with you long enough would drive anyone to drink, John."
"So that's my fault too, huh? Fine, then how about that trip you took last year to visit your 'sister'? I didn't know she started wearing aftershave."
"Go to hell."
"Funny, I thought I was already there."
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