The Power of the Woods.

Sitting on the chair, Price drops a glass of warm water in front of his mum that watches his every move, shock written on her every feature. "What..."

Price sighs. She's been like that since the past thirty minutes that she had caught him pleasuring himself in his office.

She had not been finishing her sentences. He had traumatized his own mother, successfully.

"I'm sorry mum. It's just..."

Victoria looks over at the paused and zoomed in image on the television. "It's because of her? You were doing that to yourself while watching her like that. What does she have over you? Who is she? She looks a bit familiar but I can't say where I have seen her."

Price sighs, a bit relieved that she's finally talking after almost an hour of half silence.

Guess she had been processing all that had happened in the short time so why not just come clean to her? She's his mum after all.

"That's Mikayla, the girl I was supposed to marry five years ago."

Victoria thinks for a bit and then anger becomes the