Alex's POV:
I was still trying to comprehend my mom's response to the false accusations by Anna. She didn't seem to show any emotional reaction at all to the fact that her daughter was accused of being a thief—when Anna pounced on me like a stray dog who just perceived the aroma of food, all of a sudden.
"What are you doing?" I defended myself, grabbing her by the hand so she wouldn't get to my pocket. "Are you by any chance, drunk or something?" I spat at her.
I was in distress. She didn't seem to want to relent by any means and I wasn't about to let her start searching me. For all I knew she was a psycho. I wouldn't let a psycho touch me like that.
I pushed her off, she almost stumbled to the floor but caught herself by her own feet. And then In a fit of embarrassment and anger,
