I wake up before the sun again. Dad's somewhere downstairs yelling, probably at Mom. I can hear him but not quite enough to make out words. I groan and sit up. Looking around, I can only see outlines of objects around my room. I really only have the necessities. A bed, a dresser, a desk and a chair. Despite have rich parents, I'm not even close to being treated like a spoiled brat.
I hear my two older brothers arguing in the room next to me. You'd never guess they were twins, or even brothers, with the amount they argue. Aidan and Dallas were more like enemies than siblings. I sigh, wishing I can bang on the wall to make them shut up. Dad hates banging, not that yelling is better, so I resist the urge. "Stop it," I say loudly, hoping they'll hear it but it won't reach my parents.
I'm in luck. They do hear it. Silence comes from their room. I flop back onto my bed just before I hear the knock on my door. "Come in," I say.
The door opens and I see Aidan standing there, framed by the hall light. "I'm sorry Lewis... I know you hate it when we fight," he says softly.
I roll over so I don't have to face him. "Then next time don't do it. I'm tired of waking up in the dark to yelling," I tell him sharply. Quieter, so only I can hear, I say, "I hate the Dark. I hate my middle name. What kind of person names their child Lewis Dark Zigmon? It's madness."
"It's not my fault Mom and Dad fight you know... And Dallas always starts-" Aidan says but I cut him off.
"Just leave me alone. I don't want your excuses. You don't have to talk back to him. You don't have to respond. Just go away," I yell.
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