I threw my head back. “Like what?“

“Well, Harvey, there weren’t as many ‘innocent bystanders’ as you said there were. The only reliable witnesses were Phoebe, Kelsie, you, a kid named John, some other kid..” She threw her hands up furiously. “They think you faked it.”

“Why would they think I hit my head against a table on purpose?”

“Kelsie denies it.”

“Kelsie,” I spat out.

My ex was now framing me. Wonderful how these things work out, isn’t it?

My mom laughed. “Look, they have no real evidence-”

“Well, wait a minute. What about John and that other kid? I remember there being more..”

“Won’t say a thing. They’re practically mute.”

“Fuck,” I muttered.

“Excuse me?” she looked at me angrily.

“What? I’m being blamed for murder and you’re mad at me for saying the f-word? Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I hoped it annoyed her.

“Do you want to be grounded?”

“I could care less.”

She sighed, and turned into the driveway to our house.