Had she found out? Oh shit, had she fucking found out? Were the two questions on my mind.
 
“What is what?” I say. The first thought that comes to my head is that maybe she had found out I had been using her phone.
  Something I had anticipated, but what was there to worry about? I mean, I had just deleted all the videos, and mom simply wasn’t a nerd or something to check the past activity on the web browser.
 
Immediately I say ‘What is what?’ a shoe comes flying across the room.
It’s then I realise I can’t fit in my window.Had she found out? Oh shit, had she fucking found out? Were the two questions on my mind.

There’s no escape. She bursts out with another shoe, and before long I am drenched on the floor, screaming in terror.
 
“I’m a beat the shit out of you!” She screams. I scream. There is this mad rage in her eyes, that I can’t stand.
I’m like “mom, I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again! Please…” But she isn’t taking any of it.
She charges for me. I’m now waiting for whatever she’ll do to me.
Dude I was so scared I peed in my pants.  Just seeing her charge with such rage in her eyes and a shoe in hand was enough to make me vomit.
     I felt my hand subside slowly as I gravitated towards the flow. All I could see now was point black.

***

“Honey I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Wake up!”
    
Ok.
 
“Are you ok?” It moves me to see tears in her eyes. I can’t help to see her in such pain.
 
“Mom, I’m fine! My head hurts a little.” I clean tears off her eyes.
“Are you sure?”
 
“Yeah, I’m fine!”
 
But it didn’t take long before police stood outside the main door. One of our neighbor’s I think must have got scared by my screaming, and might have called the cops.
 
The police cop on the doorway was my father. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but there he was dressed in uniform.