71. THE BAD DREAM

CONTINUED...

It was a quiet night. A seven-year-old boy was sitting face down in the corner of the room. His tiny body shook violently like a storm on the high seas. He covered his face with his two small hands, unable to look at the whole room, which was only accompanied by the dim moonlight from behind the window.

Outside the room. There was a clear commotion between two people. An adult man and woman, arguing with each other, who knows who started it first? Again and again, glass objects could be heard being thrown with great force.

PRAAKKK...

The loud sound of the shards made the boy even more frightened in his room. The tiny lips could not utter a word. He could only close his eyes. She wanted to fall asleep. However, the commotion outside forced her to stay awake.

"You useless woman! Just die!"

"You son of a bitch! Big traitor!"

"You traitorous, useless woman!"

BRAAK...

Another loud voice rang out. This time, who knows what became an outlet for anger?

The boy covered his ears