A Million Times Over Last Night

Little Suzy sat beside her big brother Jonny on his twin sized bed and listened. It was quite an uproar going on just down the hall, and she was more than a little frightened. Jonny held an arm around Suzy and consciously kept himself from shaking by focusing on her shaking. He knew that any sign of fear would lead to Suzy crying. He hated it when she cried. It made him want to punch holes through the walls and smack the heads of his parents together.
Jonny knew what had started the fight, but it had since then gone off into the unknown. His parents were mostly engaged in calling each other horrible sounding names, some of which he knew from other kids on the block and some he didn't know. Their voices, though muffled, were distinguishable. He heard the lower, and calmer sounding, voice of his father abruptly cut off by the sound of his mom screaming. He heard her call his dad a motherfucker. He thought it slightly amusing, even then, that a word said in vehemence could be absolutely true and not really derogatory yet really hurt the person's feelings. His dad's voice had taken on a higher tone.
He hoped they would stop soon, because he was really tired.
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They had been fighting again, and all the screaming seemed to have gone out of her. He held her tightly, as she cried, and they both felt so sorry for the things that had been said, for the glass lying on the carpet, dark stain around its mouth. They both felt so tired, and they both felt their hands seeking out the curves of the other. Before long, their mouths were sloppily kissing each other's flesh, and his head was in between her legs. She pulled him up on top of her, and said one thing before pulling him inside,
"We've got to be quiet or the kids will hear."