I came home to a destroyed house and yelled for my four grown kids to come downstairs, they ran with no hesitation and they all stood in front of me but Adam who sat on the stairs not looking at me, "what the hell happen to my house"
"Your son got in trouble at school and was sent home then had the nerve to get mad at me"
"And my house came in where"
"I told him to go wash the dishes then go to his room and he threw one of his little and he steeped to me and it went from there", I started cleaning up while listening to the story, "alright you three are dismissed, Adam come down here and help me", he sat there ignoring me but I kept my cool, "Adam bring your ass Down here"
"why I gotta help but he's off the hook"
"yall both grown and this shit right here is ridiculous", he flipped the couch over and sat down, "why you always play favoritism", I stopped what I was doing and sat next to him, I don't play favoritism and you shouldn't have put your hands on him, "see how you know he hit me first, "cause I now you",
"maybe you should call him down here", I was irritated from work today and i just wanted to come home cook then go to sleep, "brent", I screamed while standing at the bottom of the staris,"yeah", "one question, did you hit him first",
"i pushed him, I didn't hit him"
"why", he walked down halfway then stopped leaning at the stair banister, "cause he was to close he wanted to be touched so I showed him"
"why did this all start anyways"
"your son got into a fight and got jumped"
"oh lord, just go to yall rooms ill call when dinners ready", (yes, I have four kids Adam(18),Christopher and brandy(19) and my oldest Brent 20 years old),m husband is usually at work, he's a doctor so early morning late nights if that's where he is, my names tiffany and this is the year I lost my son.
I was to sleepy to cook so I just order 2 pizza and 40 wings and myself some garlic cheese sticks, I went to sit on the couch and played a movie while I waited for their food to come but it was taking to log so I took a nap that nap turned into full on sleep. I felt someone hitting me over and over then I felt something soft hit me, "wake up ma",
"who just threw that", "yo son"
"which one"
"Adam", I got up about to scream and he wasn't even downstairs, "what you lying for"
"dad told me too"
"hey honey, bought you some Chines, "thanks, where is my crazy son at",
"upstairs probably beating off", Brent said as I took out one of my eggrolls and threw it at him, "why you hit me with that", he said picking up the eggroll eatng it, "stop bullying him", "he didn't hear me", "his school called me but I was to busy to answer"
"put two slices of pizza on here and some wings", I said holding out a plate about to take it to him before Brent smart mouth said something, "stop babying him"
"shut up I baby all my kids", "not me", "or me"
"Brent, you have a car that's played off and fully running and Christopher your account stays full so don't start" as I dismissed myself walking upstairs to his room and heard him talking, I put my ear to the door carefully listening, 'yeah I'm tired of living in this house", I knocked on his door and handed him his late "who was you talking too"
"some friends", I knew he was lying and I wanted to question him but I decided to leave him alone for tonight.
I was peacefully sleeping when my husband rushed into our room "get up the police downstairs"
