Angry Mom

The moment Luke unlatched the deadbolt, the door flew open and hit him. The **** of the blow knocked him backwards onto the bed.

"Luke, give me that phone right now," yelled Claire as she came into the room still only wrapped in her towel. "And then get your butt in your room. You are grounded, young man."

"What? Why?" Yelled Luke back at his mom from his position on the bed. "I didn't do anything!"

"You know exactly what you did," replied Claire as she frantically looked for the phone. She first opened the dresser drawers and went through all the clothes tossing some to the floor.

"Where is it?" Demanded Claire as she gave up her search of the dresser and returned her focus to her son. "You tell me right now or else!"

"Or else what?" Asked Luke realizing he could do much more damage to his mom than she could at the moment.

"Or else, you're grounded!" She shot back.

"Grounded from what exactly?" Asked Luke in a creepily calm voice as he laid back to get more comfortable on the bed.

"From, from, from everything," cried Claire throwing her hands up in the air. "Everything you ever thought was fun."

"I don't think so," said Luke crossing her arms on his chest. "I've already uploaded those pictures to my cloud. You have no way of getting them. And all I have to do is hit send and all my friends will have them."

Claire was shocked and stunned and speechless. There was a heavy silence between them.

"Even if you get my phone," said Luke breaking the silence. "I've already locked my cloud. I'm the only one with the password."

Claire crossed her arms and thought over her son's words.

"What do you want?" Asked Claire raising an eyebrow.