The Recording

"Actually, we're not, old woman!" Chris exclaimed on my behalf. "Your idiot son, as always, tried to prank me calling the Human Resource Officer of the company I was working. I believed he was jealous of me that his life turned shit since he went to jail."

Mom and dad parents looked me in the eye, trying to read what was running through my mind. Chris and his friends were also looking at them from head to toe, considering their looks diverted from them.

"I'm fine, mom, dad. Really." I said. "You guys can go back to the car." then I nodded to Uncle Romnick to assist my family out of the mall.

As soon as my entire family evacuated the mall, I dragged my blazing eyes back to Chris and his friends. "Give me my phone, Chris," I added.

"What are you going to do if I am not going to give it back to you?" Chris scoffed before he tossed my phone to his friends, one by one. And they were enjoying it.

"I said give me my phone back before I change my mind," I begged them.