Why

“Why?” I asked, stubbornly.

“Because it’s good for you,” she stated, making a pointed look at me.

“Why?” She stopped walking ahead of me, her shoulders rising in irritation.

“What did I say?” her voice rising with anger. “Go, do it now.”

“Why?” my voice quivered with stubbornness, an excited thrill causing my face to tick. Her face blackened with violence.

“Because I said so!” she advanced on me, the threat clearly in the air.

I stood my ground, stubbornness etched on my face. As still as stone, I waited for the blow. In all fairness, I know violence comes without good reason.