The Poetry Teacher, chapter 7
I ran to downstairs to open the door, and to melt my skin, it was my mom. I gasped as my eyes grew as wide as they've ever been. She gave me a questioning look, but with the same expression I had, this was too weird.
She was really angry, confused, and just really messed up, then said, "What are you doing here, young lady?! Whose house is this?!"
All I could do was stay speechless and stutter with "ums".
Then, Billie came, such a bad timing, with, "What's going on, sugar plums?!" totally making this harder than it really was.
My mom was gasping for air and said through gritted teeth, "Who is that?"
Billie came into view, hugging me from behind, but just as soon as he saw my mom's demonic eyes, he let go as quick as speed and tried to play it off with stretching: bad move Billie.
Then Billie said, "Well, this is extremely awkward, I'll go make some coffee."
My angered mom said, "Oh no, you're not."
Billie stopped dead on his tracks and returned with a shaking smile.
Then this is where the quetions flew in and spreaded like wildfire. "What in God's name are you doing with my daughter?"
Billie tried his best to keep his cool and act like an adult to make it easier, but it wouldn't help with the nervousness he had inside. He said, "Well, Mrs. Silverman, Sandy needed some help right at this time, because she was not going to live in a house she can't even own and pay for, especially all by herself. I mean dude! She's 16 years old, not 20!"
My mom stood silent, because it was true, but she didn't a young teacher win, so she said, "Well, Mr. Armstrong, why were your dirty arms around my daughter and obviously called her 'sugar plums'?"
I backed up for Billie on this one, so I replied, "Mom, I know this may look wrong, but it would never compare with the crap you did to me. You hurt me, Mom, and all you thought about was your damn happines. Well now, I have to worry about my own happiness, and that is being with Billie."
She was dumstruck, I mean, who wouldn't blame her, I was too shocked myself. She replied, "Well, since this is battery, then I would have to report Billie to the cops."
I was getting angrier by the second and said, "Well Mom, at least I wasn't the one leaving her own flesh and blood for some bloody guy that wouldn't give anything for you, so I wouldn't mind telling that to the cops."
She stood silent once again; it was about time someone put her in her place.
Billie said, "Mrs. Silverman, if you don't tell anything about us to the cops, Sandy wouldn't say anything to cops about the business you did with that guy, putting your daughter in danger."
Surprisingly, my mom nodded and said, "Good deal, Mr. Armstrong, but this doesn't stop me from doing what I know I should do, and that means keeping an eye on my daughter, you hear?"
Billie nodded confidently, as my mom walked away, and he hugged me tight around my waist.
I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but deep down, I felt like this was never going to end. What am I going to do? What is BILLIE going to do? Most important, what what are we both going to do about this? I guess it's just an answer we are gonna have to figure out for ourselves. All we have to do now is keep a close eye on each other, and keep living our normal lives, while we can.
She was really angry, confused, and just really messed up, then said, "What are you doing here, young lady?! Whose house is this?!"
All I could do was stay speechless and stutter with "ums".
Then, Billie came, such a bad timing, with, "What's going on, sugar plums?!" totally making this harder than it really was.
My mom was gasping for air and said through gritted teeth, "Who is that?"
Billie came into view, hugging me from behind, but just as soon as he saw my mom's demonic eyes, he let go as quick as speed and tried to play it off with stretching: bad move Billie.
Then Billie said, "Well, this is extremely awkward, I'll go make some coffee."
My angered mom said, "Oh no, you're not."
Billie stopped dead on his tracks and returned with a shaking smile.
Then this is where the quetions flew in and spreaded like wildfire. "What in God's name are you doing with my daughter?"
Billie tried his best to keep his cool and act like an adult to make it easier, but it wouldn't help with the nervousness he had inside. He said, "Well, Mrs. Silverman, Sandy needed some help right at this time, because she was not going to live in a house she can't even own and pay for, especially all by herself. I mean dude! She's 16 years old, not 20!"
My mom stood silent, because it was true, but she didn't a young teacher win, so she said, "Well, Mr. Armstrong, why were your dirty arms around my daughter and obviously called her 'sugar plums'?"
I backed up for Billie on this one, so I replied, "Mom, I know this may look wrong, but it would never compare with the crap you did to me. You hurt me, Mom, and all you thought about was your damn happines. Well now, I have to worry about my own happiness, and that is being with Billie."
She was dumstruck, I mean, who wouldn't blame her, I was too shocked myself. She replied, "Well, since this is battery, then I would have to report Billie to the cops."
I was getting angrier by the second and said, "Well Mom, at least I wasn't the one leaving her own flesh and blood for some bloody guy that wouldn't give anything for you, so I wouldn't mind telling that to the cops."
She stood silent once again; it was about time someone put her in her place.
Billie said, "Mrs. Silverman, if you don't tell anything about us to the cops, Sandy wouldn't say anything to cops about the business you did with that guy, putting your daughter in danger."
Surprisingly, my mom nodded and said, "Good deal, Mr. Armstrong, but this doesn't stop me from doing what I know I should do, and that means keeping an eye on my daughter, you hear?"
Billie nodded confidently, as my mom walked away, and he hugged me tight around my waist.
I felt like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but deep down, I felt like this was never going to end. What am I going to do? What is BILLIE going to do? Most important, what what are we both going to do about this? I guess it's just an answer we are gonna have to figure out for ourselves. All we have to do now is keep a close eye on each other, and keep living our normal lives, while we can.
