They were arguing again.
Sam pushed his ear-buds into his ears in hopes of drowning out the noise.
He was sitting in bed, playing Pokemon. The game contained a world that was much easier to inhabit than this one in which he had to deal with listening to his parents fight more. The move to a new town was supposed to change things, but they hadn't. Dad wasn't around much anymore and the occasions in which he was, only led to more noise. It was getting to the point where Sam heard their raised voices more than their normal ones, even when he was alone with one of them. Mom would try to put up a sweet front, but her frustration came out every now and then. And when Sam left the room or seemed not to be listening, he could still here her muttering angrily to herself. Dad would just complain all the time. It was as if they were trying to use Sam as a way to unload their frustrations at each other; as if they were looking to him for justification for their frustrations.
"What did they want fr