Parental unit requests that I vocalise what I have a black eye for.

"I walked into a door"

Parental unit then requests where the red scratches with dried claret appeared.

"Cats claws" as if the last lot hadn't just cleared.

Parental unit knows something's going on and pressed for information.

I can't bring myself to tell her of the true situation.

I'm a terrible person and a terrible son,
I broke the rule and lied to my mum.