Austyn
I hated saying those words, but at least the fighting and yelling stopped. "Baby girl, we need to all sleep this off, and we can talk about it at a later time. Your mother and I need to talk first," dad says. That's the problem. "Dad, please. I don't want you two to fight because of me. Let's just act like none of this ever happened," I say. He parks the car, turns it off, and turns to me. "Baby girl, you didn't do anything wrong. We are not arguing because of you, right, Dallas?" He asks mom, who nods. "This is on me. Go to your rooms." mom tells us. I feel hopeless trying to get them to listen to me. Out of frustration, I end up yelling at my parents once my siblings go inside. "This is about me, and you two won't even listen to me." I shout at them. "This is not about you, this
