"Where's your mom?" Said a voice in a whisper tone.

I looked up at my dad from my homework and whispered back. "She's taking a shower."

As soon as I got back from work, I sat down in the living room and started working towards my finals. I haven't been doing them and it's crucial that I need to at least work on the study guide. Minutes later, my mom told me she was going to shower so I shouldn't freak out if she didn't answer.

"What time did she get in?" My dad got somewhat closer to me, looking back to the bathroom. I can see his eyes, how red they are, and how it feels like my dad wasn't his usual self, his carefree self.

I shrugged. "Probably about 17 minutes ago?"

"Okay." He nodded and I looked down at my homework. He walked towards the counter, the one closer to the fridge which is where we charge our phones in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of my eye, he grabs my mom's phone, his fingers moving every second, touching the screen and not stopping. He sometimes stops when he thinks my mom has gotten out but once he sees she hasn't, he goes back.

A couple of minutes later he stops and a minute later, my mom gets out of the bathroom fully clothed. She looks at my dad, almost worrying. Her clothes on her hands and her towel on the other.

My dad, having an angry look in his eyes, walks towards my mom. He grabs her arm, almost dragging her, my mom's dirty clothes and towel dropping to the floor and they both march towards the room. Seconds later, the door slams shut.

The kitchen was silent, my mom's music wasn't active and my head was starting to go crazy.

I sighed, shaking my head. I grab the earbuds on the table to focus on the music and my homework or else I'll start to cry.