Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 8
*** Still Saturday, 14 June 2004 to be exact... ***
As he walked home he felt horrible...
For the Linda thing...
For the Jess and Tunny thing...
And most of all he was worried cuz' he had this feeling that Brad would have rushed home after the phone conversation and was waiting for Jesus...
And when he saw his house he stopped walking...and it felt like he was going to throw up!
Brad's car stood there...
"Fuck... " Jesus said and started to think that he should make a run for it...
But no.
He had to take it like a man!
He was going to walk through that door and face Brad.
So he took a deep breath and started to walk again.
He slowly opened the door.
The yelling started right away...
"You little brat! How dare you to yell at me?! And to hang up the phone?! I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Brad yelled.
"Brad...no, don't... " Maria started as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Shut up woman! Your son needs a father figure to teach him what right and wrong is, and I'll be that figure!" Brad shouted as he raised a hand against her.
Maria, looked scared and backed away from Brad.
Jesus fists closed.
"If you hit her, I swear it'll be the last thing you do!" Jesus screamed.
Brad hit him at the side of his face...
Jesus fell to the floor.
He had bitten his tongue so he felt blood taste in his mouth.
"You can't even stand up! How are you supposed to stop me for doing anything?" Brad teased.
"Brad please, stop!" Maria shouted as tears started to roll down her face.
Jesus just stood up and ran to his room and locked the door.
Brad didn't follow...
But Maria did...
"Are you okay Jesus? Are...are you hurt?" she asked as she cried in silence.
"I'm okay... I just bit my tongue... " he muttered.
"O... okay... I... I just need to tell you that you're grounded and that we'll go on a school meeting on Monday... I'm so sorry! It was Brads idea and I was so scared and.."
"Mom! It's okay... " Jesus cut and opened the door.
His Mom just looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Her face was red and a bit swollen after the crying.
Jesus put his arm around her and led her in to his room where they sat down on his bed.
She looked at him.
"Jesus... I'm so sorry... I should have stopped him... I should let him hit me and not you! You're my son...what kind of mother lets someone hit her son?!"
"A mother with a son that doesn't want her to get hurt... Cuz' then her son would kill the one who hurt her and go to jail so that he and his mother couldn't meet so much... " Jesus joked (but he was kinda serious... )
"Okay...that makes sense... " Maria laughed. "But I just wish I could have the courage to dump him... "
"It's okay... You will fix it one day!"
"Maybe one day is too late?" she said and hugged him.
"It won't be too late... I promise... " Jesus answered.
"Jesus? I... I just need to ask...where was you last night? When Brad called you?"
"I was at a party... And I got drunk and slept with a girl and everything went...boom!"
"Wait... you slept with some girl? While you were drunk?"
"Yeah...so I feel really stupid and dumb so I prefer to not talk about it... " Jesus said and blushed. "I know that it was REALLY stupid and I won't do it again... "
"Just...take it easy with the drinking... " she muttered.
"Huh? Aren't you going to yell at me for being stupid and tell me to never drink again?"
"If I made you promise to never drink again, how would I be sure that you kept the promise? I really don't want you too drink cuz' your too young to ruin your life with alcohol and all that, plus that it makes me scared that the police will call me in the middle of the night and tell me that they found you dead in a ditch...but I can't watch you! You will have to take care of yourself. I can only beg you to stop." Maria said and smiled at him.
"You really know how to make me feel horrible Mom... ," Jesus said and laughed.
"I'm working on it." She laughed back. "But I am kinda serious!"
"Yeah, I know...but that was the first time I was really drunk I swear! I got high alcohol resistance!"
"Just like your father... " Maria whispered and smiled.
It was suddenly really quiet...
They never really talked about Jesus father except when Brad called Jesus a "son of a bastard" or made fun of him...
After what seemed like ages Maria broke the silence.
"So is it something more you want to tell me?"
"Like what? That I hate Brad? That I can't stand to live here mush longer? That I hate school and that nobody likes me and that everyone think it's something wrong with me even though I'm supposed to be like I am? No. I got nothing more to tell you... " Jesus said and gave her a halfhearted smile.
"Jesus...my baby... " she said and hugged him again. "I know it's hard to be a teenager that's a bit different... "
"So it is something wrong with me?"
"No! There's nothing wrong with you! It's them...they don't understand you...no one really understands you...cuz' you're special. You're not like them. I was like that too... And I was bullied and stuff like that... And I hated it...and I started to drink to forget it... I became more violent...meet a cool, nice but a bit dangerous man...and had you."
"Was my dad dangerous?"
"For some people... Carlos was... a leader for a group of boys where I lived...and some other groups wanted him in a hospital...never dead, but in a hospital. But the day I told him I was pregnant with his child he quitted...and we both stopped drinking. And we both got 'kicked out' of our catholic family's."
"What? Really? They kicked you out?"
"Not really...but they were ashamed of us. And they didn't want us to live in their houses anymore. So we moved to New York and started a new and better life. And you were born, and after that YOU were our whole life. Until...well, you know...and you also know that...that I can't talk about it... I loved your father with my whole heart and it still hurts... " Maria's eyes filled with tears...
"I know... "
"But I thought that it would stop. I thought that it would stop to hurt! But I see him every day! When I cook dinner I can see him standing behind me...kissing my shoulder. I see him next to me when I take a walk...and I see him in you... And that's the only time it doesn't hurt."
More hugging and crying...
Imagine that!
A 33 year old woman with her 16 years old son sit in his poster covered room and cries together!
Plus both had eyeliner running down their faces...
"I... I think I should fix breakfast for you... I guess you didn't eat anything at that girl's house... "
"Eh...no... I kinda left when I woke up and understood what I had done... "
"You bailed?"
"Nah, I told her to get lost cuz' she tried to seduce me again THEN I left...but first I had to sit and talk to Jess for a moment... "
"Jess was there?"
"Yeah...and Tunny... "
"Then why didn't they stop you from being a jackass?"
"They...were busy ... and I mean, a house full of teenagers? How can you keep an eye on all of your friends?
"You have two friends... I know that. But I don't care about the party now...done and dumb, and really done so leave it behind, okay?"
"Yeah... "
Maria started to walk out the door.
"Oh, and Mom... " Jesus said.
"Yeah, hun?"
"Can I get your special mushroom thingy for breakfast?" he asked and put on his puppy dog eyes.
"I'll see if I can fix it." She answered with a laugh and went downstairs...
As he walked home he felt horrible...
For the Linda thing...
For the Jess and Tunny thing...
And most of all he was worried cuz' he had this feeling that Brad would have rushed home after the phone conversation and was waiting for Jesus...
And when he saw his house he stopped walking...and it felt like he was going to throw up!
Brad's car stood there...
"Fuck... " Jesus said and started to think that he should make a run for it...
But no.
He had to take it like a man!
He was going to walk through that door and face Brad.
So he took a deep breath and started to walk again.
He slowly opened the door.
The yelling started right away...
"You little brat! How dare you to yell at me?! And to hang up the phone?! I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" Brad yelled.
"Brad...no, don't... " Maria started as she walked out of the kitchen.
"Shut up woman! Your son needs a father figure to teach him what right and wrong is, and I'll be that figure!" Brad shouted as he raised a hand against her.
Maria, looked scared and backed away from Brad.
Jesus fists closed.
"If you hit her, I swear it'll be the last thing you do!" Jesus screamed.
Brad hit him at the side of his face...
Jesus fell to the floor.
He had bitten his tongue so he felt blood taste in his mouth.
"You can't even stand up! How are you supposed to stop me for doing anything?" Brad teased.
"Brad please, stop!" Maria shouted as tears started to roll down her face.
Jesus just stood up and ran to his room and locked the door.
Brad didn't follow...
But Maria did...
"Are you okay Jesus? Are...are you hurt?" she asked as she cried in silence.
"I'm okay... I just bit my tongue... " he muttered.
"O... okay... I... I just need to tell you that you're grounded and that we'll go on a school meeting on Monday... I'm so sorry! It was Brads idea and I was so scared and.."
"Mom! It's okay... " Jesus cut and opened the door.
His Mom just looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Her face was red and a bit swollen after the crying.
Jesus put his arm around her and led her in to his room where they sat down on his bed.
She looked at him.
"Jesus... I'm so sorry... I should have stopped him... I should let him hit me and not you! You're my son...what kind of mother lets someone hit her son?!"
"A mother with a son that doesn't want her to get hurt... Cuz' then her son would kill the one who hurt her and go to jail so that he and his mother couldn't meet so much... " Jesus joked (but he was kinda serious... )
"Okay...that makes sense... " Maria laughed. "But I just wish I could have the courage to dump him... "
"It's okay... You will fix it one day!"
"Maybe one day is too late?" she said and hugged him.
"It won't be too late... I promise... " Jesus answered.
"Jesus? I... I just need to ask...where was you last night? When Brad called you?"
"I was at a party... And I got drunk and slept with a girl and everything went...boom!"
"Wait... you slept with some girl? While you were drunk?"
"Yeah...so I feel really stupid and dumb so I prefer to not talk about it... " Jesus said and blushed. "I know that it was REALLY stupid and I won't do it again... "
"Just...take it easy with the drinking... " she muttered.
"Huh? Aren't you going to yell at me for being stupid and tell me to never drink again?"
"If I made you promise to never drink again, how would I be sure that you kept the promise? I really don't want you too drink cuz' your too young to ruin your life with alcohol and all that, plus that it makes me scared that the police will call me in the middle of the night and tell me that they found you dead in a ditch...but I can't watch you! You will have to take care of yourself. I can only beg you to stop." Maria said and smiled at him.
"You really know how to make me feel horrible Mom... ," Jesus said and laughed.
"I'm working on it." She laughed back. "But I am kinda serious!"
"Yeah, I know...but that was the first time I was really drunk I swear! I got high alcohol resistance!"
"Just like your father... " Maria whispered and smiled.
It was suddenly really quiet...
They never really talked about Jesus father except when Brad called Jesus a "son of a bastard" or made fun of him...
After what seemed like ages Maria broke the silence.
"So is it something more you want to tell me?"
"Like what? That I hate Brad? That I can't stand to live here mush longer? That I hate school and that nobody likes me and that everyone think it's something wrong with me even though I'm supposed to be like I am? No. I got nothing more to tell you... " Jesus said and gave her a halfhearted smile.
"Jesus...my baby... " she said and hugged him again. "I know it's hard to be a teenager that's a bit different... "
"So it is something wrong with me?"
"No! There's nothing wrong with you! It's them...they don't understand you...no one really understands you...cuz' you're special. You're not like them. I was like that too... And I was bullied and stuff like that... And I hated it...and I started to drink to forget it... I became more violent...meet a cool, nice but a bit dangerous man...and had you."
"Was my dad dangerous?"
"For some people... Carlos was... a leader for a group of boys where I lived...and some other groups wanted him in a hospital...never dead, but in a hospital. But the day I told him I was pregnant with his child he quitted...and we both stopped drinking. And we both got 'kicked out' of our catholic family's."
"What? Really? They kicked you out?"
"Not really...but they were ashamed of us. And they didn't want us to live in their houses anymore. So we moved to New York and started a new and better life. And you were born, and after that YOU were our whole life. Until...well, you know...and you also know that...that I can't talk about it... I loved your father with my whole heart and it still hurts... " Maria's eyes filled with tears...
"I know... "
"But I thought that it would stop. I thought that it would stop to hurt! But I see him every day! When I cook dinner I can see him standing behind me...kissing my shoulder. I see him next to me when I take a walk...and I see him in you... And that's the only time it doesn't hurt."
More hugging and crying...
Imagine that!
A 33 year old woman with her 16 years old son sit in his poster covered room and cries together!
Plus both had eyeliner running down their faces...
"I... I think I should fix breakfast for you... I guess you didn't eat anything at that girl's house... "
"Eh...no... I kinda left when I woke up and understood what I had done... "
"You bailed?"
"Nah, I told her to get lost cuz' she tried to seduce me again THEN I left...but first I had to sit and talk to Jess for a moment... "
"Jess was there?"
"Yeah...and Tunny... "
"Then why didn't they stop you from being a jackass?"
"They...were busy ... and I mean, a house full of teenagers? How can you keep an eye on all of your friends?
"You have two friends... I know that. But I don't care about the party now...done and dumb, and really done so leave it behind, okay?"
"Yeah... "
Maria started to walk out the door.
"Oh, and Mom... " Jesus said.
"Yeah, hun?"
"Can I get your special mushroom thingy for breakfast?" he asked and put on his puppy dog eyes.
"I'll see if I can fix it." She answered with a laugh and went downstairs...
