Young Royals: the story continues

Simon: I love you Wilhelm.

We cross the main hallway Sara and I with slow steps, at least me with my skin bristling and the cold running down my back because I simply know that nothing good awaits me.
My mother sits seriously in the dining room and we follow, while silence fills the room and tension is rising.
-What happened? -I say trying to eliminate this uncomfortable situation but she cuts me off as soon as I start talking.
-Simon, what the hell were you thinking when you decided to deal substances at school?
My body and mind block immediately I hear her words with that tinge of anger and disappointment. I am not even able to think of any excuse or wonder how he knows because this exceeded any expectations I had up to that point. I remain silent, unable to formulate a word, tense, trembling.
That she finds out what I did to earn money makes me feel so ashamed mainly because I am aware that she always wanted none of her children to fall into those stupid stereotypes that the lower social class as well as our ethnicity have superimposed on them.

In her gaze is a mother's greatest disappointment and it splits me up inside, my hands won't stop shaking and I feel the air running short as my head starts to spin.
-What you what Simon? -Sara stands up angrily from the table, waiting for my answer but I don't, I just try to calm down and know what to say to mom.
-Mom... it's not... I didn't do it so you p...
-Oh, and you admit it, Simon," she says with narrowed eyes and pursed lips, "you don't know how much this affects my perception of you, son.
-Mom, I'm so sorry," I sob, unable to contain my helplessness at hearing her say that, "I don't know how you knew but you have to know it was one time and that's it. It's not something I wanted to do but I had the need.
-The need for what?! I always give you whatever you need, I know I'm not perfect and that my money is just enough, but we have enough for the essentials? How many times have I told you that you should respect yourselves as well as our family name and family. I simply don't understand how you could, son.
Now I cry uncontrollably, unable to believe how fast all this is happening; I never saw it coming.
-Mom I can explain it to you, I needed... I needed money to pay for my private lessons, believe me it was a one time thing. I told you I would get a job soon because I didn't want to go on with that, I don't try to make less of our family name much less my roots. Mom I try to do my best always and that... that was a mistake I will never repeat.
-The truth Simon, right now I find it hard to trust your word," he says while he looks away from me to Sara's, "And Sara, why weren't you aware of this? You're both supposed to go to the same school to take care of each other like the siblings you are, you're all you have and you should always help each other.
-This is unbelievable! Why are you treating me like I'm dealing alcohol and drugs? It was Simon that doesn't concern me, we are not always going to be dependent on each other.
-Sara?! Simon has always taken care of you, so should you. Don't you care about his life? He is your family.
Sara still standing watches us angrily, especially me because of course she now victimizes the fact that "she is now to blame for my actions."
However my mom ignores (as usual) her behavior and fixes her attention back on me.
-Now I understand Simon, that day when the 5500 kr bill came to the house I asked you how you thought we were going to pay, and you didn't answer me. this was your solution?
If that time my mom was angry for using money (on top of money we didn't have) to get good grades in short telling me that in life you can't buy success; this time her anger is at another level and more than anger, shame.
So I decide to tell her everything because she deserves a good explanation, at this point I didn't care if she finds out it was our father's pills and alcohol anyway I am already labeled as the lowest in this family, with tears and a cracked voice I proceed.
-Mom if I may I want to tell you everything, and I know I was an idiot not to think about what I was doing. I'll tell you how I got them and who I went to because I had what I needed?
-How do you think I knew? Who do you think told me? I'm not stupid Simon, of course I know how I got them, I made him tell me all about why you did it.
Just when I thought I couldn't make it any worse, it happens, catching me off guard. Dad told you? Why? Then he knew why he had helped me with the alcohol and of course he must have told him I stole the medication, which was worse.
-But how? Why did he tell you?
My mother takes a long sigh, wiping her wet eyes with her palms.