There was a shake in his system, his eyes closing tightly when she picked up and he could hear her voice on the other line. There was nothing he could hide from his mother. Not his deepest fears, anger and even that short-lived happiness. His teeth gritted together, finding his throat tight, eyes stinging. He was angry, so angry, and yet at the same time still her little boy that needed her guidance.
"Mother?" he spoke, voice still hoarse. He was loosing it, and he couldn't keep a strong face when it came to her. In some ways he hated that he could submit so easily.