After the argument with my mom about giving me beer for my acne, I had asked my mom to stop seeing her boyfriend because I felt he was an alcoholic. I felt this way because all they did was go out to bars and drink heavily.
This was the most important request I ever made to my mom. I don’t think she understood me and my pleas when I made them. She seemed to be living in a different world.
With her, everything had become secretive. Even work had become secretive. For some reason, she didn’t talk much about work much anymore and about the men she was seeing. I felt something had either happened or she was in her concealment phase.
This was becoming a strange time.
No matter, I was about to find out what one of her secrets was. And it would be devastating to me. This is when I learned that she had lied to me and had betrayed my appeal to her.
I came home from school on time on Friday as she had requested. When I came into the house, she said that we were going to her old boyfriend’s house for dinner. She said that they wanted to talk with me about my concerns and what they were doing to make things better.
I reluctantly agreed.
I went to my room and changed clothes. I had a very uneasy feeling about this and about going over to his house for dinner. I just knew something was up.
The drive to his house was quiet. I didn’t say anything and she didn’t either. I could feel the tension grow as we were nearing his apartment.
And as we were parking, I felt this strange, uneasy feeling in my stomach. I didn’t want to go inside but I had promised my mom to listen to what they had to say to me.
As they prepared the table and finished cooking, I wanted to leave. I just did not feel comfortable in this place. It smelled of heavy cigarette smoke. And it was not the cleanest place to be in.
As we sat at the table eating, my mom said that she had some news that she was now going to share. The two of them looked at me with what I recognized as drunken smiles. And then the announcement was made.
“We got married this morning,” she said with an intoxicated smile.
I was surprised and shocked. I did not know how to respond.
She followed up the announcement with the details of how he was going to move to our trailer. I thought to myself, “No way this is going to happen.”
He smelled of booze and heavy smoke. I imagined our trailer smelling like this. I needed to do something. But what?
Now I felt my brain wanting to explode. Every muscle in my body began to tighten. And then my body began to heat up, as if it was on fire. I grew angry inside, but I stayed calm in my outward appearance. I did not want to reveal how I was feeling.
I kept telling myself to stay calm, repeatedly. I did not want a confrontation. I needed to think this out. “What am I going to do?” flashed into my mind. It was obvious that my plea to my mom to stop seeing him had no impact. I felt betrayed.
I didn’t say much. I let them keep talking. One thing I did know, I needed to get away from this dinner and this situation. But how?
I saw my mom’s purse sitting on the table near the door. I calmly excused myself from the table with the comment that I needed to get some fresh air. What a lie. It was brilliant. And they bought it.
I got up from the table and slowly passed by my mom’s chair with a slow stop to look over to see them talking, drinking, and smoking. They were not paying any attention to me. Seeing this, I did something that had never crossed my mind.
I stopped at the table and took a quick deep breath.
I quickly, but carefully, reached into my mom’s purse cautiously grabbing her car keys. I then slowly moved towards the door, opening it with a normal pull, and then walking through the opening as calmly as possible. I closed the door carefully so that no attention would be paid to me.
The first part of my evolving plan was now completed.
I was outside standing on the front porch stoop. I knew what I was about to do was against the law.
I rapidly walked over to my mom’s car and prepared myself for my next action. I was taking the car and getting the hell out of this place. I was about to become a thief and fugitive.
I will note that my mom’s car was a fun 1964 Ford Mustang Hardtop Coupe, light blue in color, with a 289 engine. It was going to be my car when I was old enough to drive so I knew many details about it already.
Well, the car being mine is what my mom told me many times and I believed her. I don’t think I can believe her anymore.
So, I was now ready to take my mom’s car for my escape.
I quickly got into the car and started the engine. I put the drive into reverse and backed out of the parking spot quickly. At this point, I did not care if they knew what I was doing.
I then saw my mom and her new husband come running out of his place towards the car. I was not going back. I was in too much pain, and my eyes were filled with tears that were now flowing over my cheeks and down my face onto my shirt.
The only thing on my mind at this point was a simple thought.
Run…
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