Stepping away from the door, I called out softly for my mum, listening intently but getting no reply. Figuring she had already gone to bed, I carefully locked the front door and tiptoed upstairs to my room.
Entering my bedroom, I flicked on the light and sat down on my bed examining my now purple and swollen wrist. I gently wriggled my fingers, letting out a sigh of relief as they moved easily but sent pain up my arm.
Standing carefully, I worked at my zipper one handed until I managed to get it down far enough to wriggle out of it, letting it drop to the floor at my feet.
Picking up my pyjama bottoms, I slipped my legs through before struggling to pull them up over my hips, who knew you used two hands for so many things!
I unclipped my bra, silently thanking the stars that it hooked a
