“FUCK YOU!” That's all I could think of at the time, how was i supposed to know i would make it worse. “Oh yeah you little slut, if you love music so much then we will just have to take it away!” She grabbed my guitar straight out of my hands jerking the strap over my neck, resulting in a series of scratches on the back my neck. She took it down the hall and outside. I thought she was going to smash it. That would have been better. Instead she dragged it across the cement. “There now every time you play you peice of shit you will remember to treat your mother with respect.” Its still there along with every other scratch and knick just laughing at me. Ive forgotten how to play because i cant look at it. That memory sticks with me every time i pick up a guitar.