Why Me Blad?!

Chapter 5 - Could this day get any worse?

CHAPTER 5:

There stood my worst nightmare. A nightmare any teenager should never go through. How could a person like this make you so scared that you nearly shit your pants at the age of sixteen? A person that can take control of your life and ground you until the day you get married and have babies with an ugly woman? A person that plain and utterly is a human being you should never make angry…ever. This person was stood in front of me and I was about to cry in front of the whole buff male population in this police station.

My mother.

“Benjamin, you filthy child! How dare you?! HOW dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!”.

She looked beyond livid. She stood there fuming. If I looked closely, I could probably see the steam coming out of her ears. She looked as though she wanted to attack me right then and there, she didn‘t seem to care that there were police officers around. With that weird look she was pulling right now I was positive that she wanted to rip each of my toes and fingers off, feed it to the birds in our local park, butcher my head, and finally use my intestines to give to my siblings to use it as a skipping rope…Yep, she was that angry.

“Ma! What cha doin‘ here?” I acted clueless.

“HOW…” she tried to calm herself down by taking in long and deep breaths as we were attracting everyone’s attentions.

“How dare you go against my rules?!” She hissed at me this time. Giving me a look that meant one thing; I will spank you so hard when we get home. Great. Absolutely freaking shiz nit great!

There was once where my ma had me promise her that I will never get involved with the police. Whether the thing is my fault or not, she does not want me in a 50 mile radius of a police station. I don’t know why but I was young and she forced me to agree or else she wouldn’t feed me dinner. How mean. Police stations are just a touchy subject for my ma.

“Ma, what ya chattin‘?” I scratched the back of my neck. I looked away as soon as she looked at me, she knew I was lying. Damn.

“Benjamin, you have 30 seconds to explain or you are grounded until the day you have an arranged marriage!”

If you though I was embarrassed by that. Pfft where you wrong. I wanted to stick my head in the ground and never come back out. I was blushing. Actually what I looked like right now you would call it ‘tomato’.

“Ma, please?!” I pleaded for her to stop, begging her with my eyes. But she laughed like the sweet mother she is…right in my face…in front of many many people…and the worst thing of all, everyone had stopped what they were doing and started laughing their asses off along with my horrid mother. By everyone I mean the 15 or so police officers behind reception desk, police guarding doors, 20 people sitting on plastic chairs and others walking through the large reception area of the police station.

“20 seconds” she carried on.

“Ma, this wasn‘t my fault. Drake went hulk again and assaulted a middle-aged woman! I had nothing to do with it. I was helping her and I got taken in because the police thought I was helping that tit. I got taken in for questioning and now I am released.” I tried to explain as quickly as humanly possible.

My mother was shaking her head slowly from side to side. Then she looked at me. Her look was weird. 

Anger? No. 

Sadness? No. 

Hatred? Maybe.

Disappointment. Definitely.

She seemed so disappointed with me. I was extremely confused. I did something good for goodness sake! I was helping the innocent civilian. She should be happy!