"Love?" I rolled over to face Angus who was holding the telephone out to me. I rubbed my eyes trying to get Angus' image to focus. "Its for you. It's your mum."

Eventually I could see Angus clear enough to pull my ravaged body off the couch and take the telephone from him. Crumpled tissues fell off of me and onto the floor. I held it in my hand, staring at the mouth piece. Just stared at it.

And stared.

I could feel Angus' eyes on me as he waited for me to speak. Waited for me to invite my mum into a conversation between the two of us. So we could talk and catch up on goings on. 

So she could hurt me again.

I clenched the phone in my hand until it hurt. 

Then I hung up.