I woke up in the middle of the night that night to Evelyn and Henry yelling at each other when he came back from the pub late and was obviously drunker than usual.
Evelyn was screaming at him and he sounded like he was trying to yell back but he couldn’t get his words straight. I grabbed a pillow and put it over my head to try and block them out, but that didn’t do anything.
I looked at the clock and it was 3am.
I didn’t know how long they were going to be going at it, but Evelyn sounded pretty pissed off.
They were just down the hall in their bedroom and I finally heard Evelyn kick Henry out of the bedroom and slam the door.
He started stumbling down the hallway but I didn’t hear him go downstairs to the couch. He walked past the stairs and I heard him coming towards my room.
