As you opened the coke and your mother began to question what was going on, she quickly returned to berating you. As you raise your finger, the ring shining, you say "Now now, mother, if you want to say something rude to me, you can just say 'I am a whore cunt.' instead." As she moved closer to you and shoved a finger in your face she said "I am a whore cunt." Her eyes went wide. "What did you do?" she gasped and then looked back at you furious. "I'm a whore cunt! I'm a whore cunt!" she shouted then started to tremble, her lip quivering. "Son, you change it back. Right this instant, you change it back." she said, her tone restrained, her eyes starting to well up with tears. "No mother. In fact you've been a bitch to me and sis for way too long. You act like you don't even want us." She shook her head. "You can't do this. You can't! I'm calling the police! I'm a whore cunt! I'm a whore cunt!" she shouted and started to pull out her phone.