15 vocabulary word Wednesday

Tears

"What the fuck did I do wrong?" my mother yelled at my father.
My father was getting ready to go his parents house with a seriouse expretion on his face.
I was in the middle of my parents watching them though the water in my eyes. The salty tearsdripping down my cheek almost touching my lips, dripping past them to the tip of my chin and being released to the floor in my living room.
My mother asked again reverberating the same question making it feel like the question was irascrbly interminable to my ear drum every time she ased, waiting to hear my fathers response but never to hear it, but I only saw a blur of his faceses expretion.
"Just tell me what the hell is wrong! Why are you leaving?" she asked enteat.
I kept standing there, not knowing what to do. Should I get in the middle of them to stop all of this? I questioned myself. But, I didn't.
All of a sudden I felt despondant to my parents relationship, when my parents turned and faced each other.There amissed faces were wrong in a way. I didn't feel any hope that second for my om and my dad looking at each other. It looked like a cat ready to scratch, and the dog ready to rip the cat nto millians of little pieces right in front of me. Their middle child in the middle of this fight.
It looked like my father built up a hug abhorrent disgust toward my mom.
I could feel this fight becoming more profound second ticked by on the watch my father wore on his wrist.
I started to hear someone speaking but I coulden't hear them from my sobs. But I knew it was my father, giving my mother a tirade speech to her. I didnt want to listen so I plugged my ears.
I stood there tremoulous like a baby chick mobed from hawks trying to eat me away.
I stood there knowing that this moment with my parents would haount me for life.
My father moved out the house so fast and put his bags into the car and said good bye to me and impeled the car to run away from my mother, my sister, and myself.
What did I do wrong? I asked.