2 Never Gets Old

Ethan's POV

My phone rang to a sound of my alarm clock going off, I sat up with my eyes half-closed, trying to find my phone in my pitch black room, couldn't even find the lamp switch. My hand was all over my bed, trying to find my phone. Until I reached the end of my blanket, I had a grasp on my phone. Quickly turned it on to dismiss my clamorous alarm.

Of course, the brightness of my phone shimmered on my face, making it difficult for me to see my phone screen. I swiped down to lower the brightness on the notification panel then I dismissed my alarm. As usual, I could already hear my parents arguing early in the morning. It's totally not new to me, it's more of a daily routine. I don't really care about them arguing, cause I'm tired of trying to understand them day by day and with that kind of argument, it really ruins a fresh day.

This is why I go to a different country, just to study and enjoy the rest of my senior year. One way of keeping them away from me for a good amount of months, make things a bit peaceful. I mean like who enjoys living in a clamorous house, well not me.

After several minutes of sitting around, I got up and walked toward my walk-in closet to grab something I can wear for today, which is a plain black shirt and a pair of black trousers. I placed the clothes I've chosen on my bed and then entered the bathroom.

I stripped my clothes off and stepped into the shower, toes flinching as soon as they touched the chilly ceramic floor. I turned the dial, allowing the lukewarm water to gush out and soothe my dry hair and worn out muscular body, as I was engrossed with the water cascading down my whole body. The sensation of the lukewarm water relaxes me; it takes my mind off things. It's like im standing under an everlasting waterfall, but it can never last, I know that. Silence and running lukewarm water is all I want.

I turned the shower off, droplets from my hair was all that I could feel in my body. I grabbed two towels, one was wrapped around my waist and the other one was used for drying my hair. I stepped out of the bathroom, approaching my bed to put on the clothes I laid out. I switched off all the lights in my room and grabbed a white moccasin shoes on my way out. I walked down the stairs, making my way to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

As I was heading to the kitchen, I stopped by a room under the stairs, it was my father's office. He is Charles Theodore Kinsly Jr. His office was disorganized, there were paperworks scattered everywhere, as if it was thrown into the air. I could hear him raising his voice at someone.

The door was slightly open, enough for me to take a sneek peek at what's going inside. I saw my father who pointed a finger at my mother, pounding his fist on the table.