Pewd's POV
I walk home and as soon as i get there i regret not wearing my sweatshirt. My whole family is at the table already enjoying dinner. I walk in and try to pass the kitchen and go straight to my room but my mom stops me. "Felix!" She said obviously annoyed. I swirled around to look at her. "Yes mum?" I said tiredly. "Why are you not sitting at the table and eating with us? And what in heavens name is on your fucking neck?! Did you get into a fight?" She yelled angrily. "Erm.. Yea mom..." I trailed off and she stood walking over to examine it. She looked up at me with horror in her eyes. "Felix. Is this what i think it is?" I looked at the ground ashamed. "No mom... Its a bruise... I got into a fight with Cry and them..." She looked into my eyes. "Dont you dare lie to me." She reached up and the next thing i know my face is stinging as a loud smacking sound appeared. Mom went to sit at the table and dismissed me to my room for the night.
