"Yo ma, next time you come home late without a reason, it's finna be a big problem."

You were too angry to be arguing with him right now. You looked away and crossed your arms as you waited for him to be done with his rant.

"Look at me when I talk to you." He demanded. You retorted and glared at him, rolling your eyes. He grabbed you by your neck - not hard enough to choke you, but hard enough to let you know that he was in control. "Who you rollin' ya eyes at, ma? Look at me."