‘Remove your dressing gown… slave’ unsure and looking straight at the TV screen there was a hint of nervousness to his voice and he was certainl... expecting to be slapped and told to get to bed with the threat of his dad being informed to what he had just said.Helen stopped listening to the sound coming from the TV. Did she hear correctly? She rewound the last ten seconds in her mind. There was no mistake… her son had just called her a slave and told her to disrobe. She had to be sure. The. No doubt she could hold the wrap tightly around her as she proceeds, but she willfully chooses to let it fall slowly to the steps. I cannot leave it there. So I stoop to retrieve it as she continues up, kicking off one sandal after the other. I pick these up too.She has reached the top of the stairs, and I can tell by the noise that her appearance has attracted a wide audience. She turns towards the entrance, and I now notice that she must have spent some time that afternoon plucking more hair. ’‘It’s not like that. Not at her college.’‘What do you mean?’‘She goes to a special college. You know, for people who are a bit different.’‘What, like gifted kids or something?’‘No, a college for kids with special needs. You see my Pauline was born blind and the doctors say she her brain is a bit slow. She’ll be nineteen next birthday but they won’t even let her graduate until she passes her exams.’‘Shit I’m sorry to hear that,’ I say, offering Yvonne a cigarette. ‘But what’s a slow brain meant. ”“Ok but I owe you and don’t think I will forget.”Tim walked away and ten minutes later Zendaya had to pee. So she got up and walked down the hall to use the restroom. She came back and wondered where Tim was but she had to focus on her songs, it was almost done and she could go home soon. She heard the sound of footsteps and stood up.“Tim!” Zendaya yelled. She walked to into the hallway and looked left and right. Before she could even take a breather, she was hit with a sucker punch to the.