He looked down at the fruit bowl, biting his lip nervously before answering, “Okay, thanks honey. Call me as soon as possible. Okay bye, love you. See ya later.”
The next second, he grabbed the bowl and ran upstairs, disappearing behind the closed bathroom door before slamming it shut and leaning against it, shaking.
“Dylan?!” she yelled worriedly, running after him.
As the bathroom door opened, she found her son sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding the bowl close to his chest as he shook violently. Tears streamed down his cheeks unchecked and he kept whispering under his breath, “No, no, no, no!”
“Oh Dylan! What’s wrong? Are you alright? What’s happening?” she exclaimed urgently.
Finally, he managed to compose himself enough to speak and he explained what was going on. “I was
