Dad wasn't ready to listen. He was already removing the SIM card of my phone furiously.

I quickly went on my knees. Pleading and Sobbing. It all fell on deaf ears.

For the last time,  he said,  he asked what I was hiding and the quickest alibi I could think of was that it had to do with a project I was working on.

He insisted on seeing it and I showed him,  honestly a project I had been working on.

He narrowed his eyes at me and asked why I was hiding it. I told him it was not related to studies but I'll learn either way and he might get angry I'm doing it.

Later on, the matter died down. I got saved.

But I remained restless.