Hooraayyyyy mom's back. here's more...

I got into the shower and turned on the water. I was startled by the sheer
coldness of the water at first, and I jumped, dropping the razor. I watched it swim a
path down to the drain and swirl around, to large to fit through. I picked it up again
and put it on the edge of the tub. I turned the water to normal temperature and put my
face under the streams.
I looked back down at the razor. I picked it up off the cool tile and held it. I
closed my eyes. Just once, I thought. He won’t ever know. I’ll tell him it was an
accident, I said. I took the plastic cover off the razor and dropped it into the water
forming in the bottom of the tub. It, like the razor, floated to the drain and spun like
mad.
I threw the razor down.
“Damnit!” I yelled. The razor had hit my leg. A tiny stream of blood traveled
down my leg and hit the water, washing away all my thoughts about cutting.
Graham burst through the door.
“What’s wrong?” he yelled.
“I... I...” I stuttered. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists. He opened the
shower curtain and looked at my leg, then to the razor, still swirling like mad over by
the drain.
“What, did you DO!” he yelled to me.
“Graham, I didn’t, I didn’t!” I cried. I was crying real tears now, I had been
caught.