Parents

Izzy hated her parents. She hated talking to them, she hated working with them, she hated living with them, she even hated looking at them, because all they would do is fight. Their fights always started at the same time, every night at 6:30 pm, after her father got out of work. Listening to them fight broke her heart, her friends would tell her how they would go out and do something fun with their parents, or how they would sit at the dinner table and all eat together like a family. Hearing her friends say that made her jealous. Made her think to herself, "Why can't I have a perfect family like that." When she was younger, she never really had to deal with the fighting as much as she does now. When she was younger, her older brother Dom, did his best to protect her from all of that nonsense. He do anything he could to distract her from it, or if she was upset, she would talk to him about it. Well now, Dom is gone. He moved out when he was 15, leaving 9 year old Izzy alone with the 2 nut cases that she had to live with. Dom used to come and visit, he doesnt as much anymore, now that he has a full time job writing music, and traveling around the world to perform for his fan base. When she was able to, she would go to his shows to cheer him on, to show her brother that she is happy for him. She also did it to get out of the house, to take her mind off of the abusive married couple she called her parents. Now that Dom is gone, Izzy can't really do anything to distract herself from the two fighting either across the hall, across the room, the floor above her, or the floor below her. Her father didnt care if they fought around her, her mother didn't want Izzy, Jem, or Dom to be around it. But the older male didnt care. Didnt bother him. He probably enjoyed seeing them suffer, like he enjoyed seeing their mother suffer. Some nights, Izzy will escape the house, around 7:30 and not come back until a little after midnight. When she got home, the arguement would usually be over. If shes not outside, roaming around her neighborhood, she would call Dom. Most of the time she would be in tears, crying to him, telling him how much she missed him, or telling him about the two adults in the house screaming and yelling at each other. Izzy kept trying to convince her mother to let her go stay with Dominic for a bit. But she wouldnt let her. She missed Dom, she missed him a lot. She hates that he cant help her anymore, cant help her figure out a way to free herself from all the nonsense.. But as she grew older, she realized. Theres nothing she can do about it..