Hey, do you like this style of writing, how can i improve it? Btw, i know my punctuation and spelling might not be the best, this is just a draft. 
Tears streamed down my face as i lay there in huddled in a ball against my bedroom door. The screaming and the shouting coming from my parents in the room below me downstairs was unbearable, almost painfull to listen to, and it was impossible to escape from no matter where i went or how tight i put my hands around my ears. Surely parents aren’t supposed to argue this much, it’s not normal, it’s not right, it’s not something i can cope with anymore. I’m sick to death of hearing it, "YOU BLOODY B****, YOUR PARANOID,", " I SAW YOU WITH HER, I SAW YOU, YOU CAN’T LIE TO ME LIKE THIS ANYMORE, I’M OUT OF HERE," was the usual one between them, my mom has always been insecure about herself and so is always paranoid dad has been with some other woman, i have to say i’m on my dad’s side for this type of argument, she IS paranoid, i think it’s ridiculous how she tries to make up situations where she ‘saw’ dad cheating on her just so he will admit to something he hasn’t done. "YOUR TIRED? TIRED? WHAT THE F*** AHVE YOU BEEN DOING ALL DAY WHILST I WAS WORKING MY ARSE OF ALL DAY AT WORK YOU LAZY SLOB,", " Well, I’VE BEEN LOOKNIG AFTER OUR KID, DO YOU REMEMBER HER?" was another one, Dad works, Mom doesn’t she lookes after me, and when i say look after me i mean that on the lowest level possible.She feeds me (crap, usually beans, packaged meals and anything cheap that she can stick in the microave), she gives me somewhere to sleep, i suppose my room is quite nice, purpley lilac with yellow flowers and a mathcing bed cover with cream furniture, chosen by me. And she makes me go to school, well i wouldn’t exactly say make considering i’ve been bunking off about 2 days a week for 3 weeks now, i’ve never been clever and i don’t think my parents are particually bothered about my grades, they have enough money to live and that’s all that matters. She doesn’t do anything else, she doesn’t take me out like normal mums would, we don’t go to the cinemas or watch tv toghether, we don’t go to the park or go on girly shopping trips , infact come to think of it i can’t remember the last time i had a conversation with her and i’m not exactly your typical hormonal teenager infct i’m quite lively, so i think it’s quite obvious that she basically doesn’t give a shit. At least she’s better than dad, he goes to work, goes for a drink in the local pub argues with mum and sleeps, thats literally all he does and his work isn’t exactly hard, i don’t think anyway all i know is he works in his office and to me only being 15, that’s not hard.