Mrs. Clayton calls your home

Mrs. Clayton calls your home before you wake up. Luckily, your mother answered after she had asked to speak to your mother, Helen.. Your mother stands silently at the news. Sure, your family had the unusual legacy of taking the edge off each others more primitive urges but even your mother would never condone the actions of your sisters especially after you were already afflicted with such a critical life changing condition not a day after your family revealed such an incredible and sensitive secret. Your mother struggled to keep her emotions in check, but her fury was boiling over. Her screaming could be heard over the phone before she thanked the lady for telling her that your **** kit came back with positive signs of ****. Yet even without the body fluid results the signs of bruising and tissue damage on your wrists, thighs, mouth, and labia were overwhelmingly obvious. Helen is enraged and trembling with anger as if your sisters broke a scared bond. Fear tat she may have lost you forever only makes her more unsteady with an emotional hurricane. She feels guilty because you were supposed to be off limits for now. She looks around so her eyes pass over: the set of kitchen knives so she could scare them or let her rage take over or just chase them out of the house; the phone while pondering turning her own daughters in; a large wooden paddle hung on the wall; or does she decide ground them or even kick them out.