The boy who blew smoke

The Bastard on Main

"Get the fuck out of my house you little SHIT!" Margaret Sutan said to me. She took over as my foster mom because my birth mother and dad shot themselves when I was 6. My mom just did it, and my father was in a drunken depression he killed himself just two months later, but who the fuck cares now that was so 12 years ago.

"I'm already leaving stupid fuck! Move in day is tomorrow dipshit, so fuck you!" I yell back in response. She was so sick of me getting in trouble at school and around town that by the time I graduated she packed all my shit but forgot that I'm not leaving until move in, which thank the lord is tomorrow!

"Now I know why your parents killed themselves," Margaret said under her breath but just loud enough for me to process then realize what she said.

"What..did you...just fucking...say?" I knew exactly what she said, her eyes widened and her chin went down to her chest as she sits still in her rocking chair in the living room.

"I'm so sorry, " Margaret starts as soon as I start walking to my room to grab everything that is packed for college.

"Don't even try to take back what you said," I state as I'm grabbing my box of clothes and technology.

Margaret grabs my arm "Luke, I'm so sorry, it just came out!" She says in an attempt to make me stop packing.

I yanked my arm away "Do not touch me again," I continued to the front door, opened it and went to my car.

"Luke! Luke stop!" Margaret grabbed my arm again."

I threw my arms up, dropping the box full of my clothes and technology and pushing her hand off me, I push her chest with a great amount of force, enough to knock her on the ground and scrap her arms and legs bad, "I said don't touch me you hag!"

"Luke," Margaret said in confusion on what just went down, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with you!?" I said in anger, "You've made my life a living hell, you barely cared about me, all you wanted was my social money!"

"Luke you know that's not true!" Margaret says while reaching for my leg.

I kicked her arm away and picked up my belongings and put them in the back of my Honda.

"I'm calling the cops, and good luck trying to leave I hid your keys you sick degenerate fuck!" Margaret started laughing with a hick like laugh.

"That's fine. Go ahead." I said without a care in the world. I sit on the front doorsteps and lit a cigarette waiting for the police to arrive at the house.

15 minutes later and the police arrive. I lit a second cigarette as Margaret describes the altercation that happened, "He started to leave and I asked him politely to stay and he just snapped and pushed me on the ground and kicked me after calling me nasty and mean names." The officer wrote down notes on a small notepad and made way to me.

"Officer," I said nodding my head down then back up and continue to smoke.

"Son, what happened here?" The officer with name tag Davis on his uniform asked.

"We started arguing and she made a stupid ass remark and so I packed my shit and on my way to the car I told her not to touch me cause she put her hand on my arm realizing she said the wrong thing seconds before, and when I was by my car she touched me again so I pushed her off of me and she fell on the ground and she tried again to grab me and I kicked her hand back. She then cussed me out and now here we are. Anything else, Officer Davis?"

"A few more things, I need all your information, license, all that stuff." Officer Davis said.

"Yup no problem," I said grabbing my wallet from my right pocket. I give him my information and he goes back to his vehicle.

A few minutes later Officer Davis walks up to me, "Sir can you turn around please?"

"What for?" I ask.

"Turn around!"

"What the fuck for! Officer Davis turns me around with force and I start to here jangling behind me, "Nah fuck this shit tell me why?" I start to resist because I'm not being told what's going on.

"Stop resisting!" Officer Davis shouts, he bends my left arm behind my back and pushes his foot behind my knee and lays me on the ground. He pulls out handcuffs and says, "Sir you are under arrest for battery without reasoning aka you put your hands on her, not for self-defense."

"You gotta be shitting me!" I say as the handcuffs are wrapped around my wrist and tightened.

Officer Davis lifts me up and takes me to his car, and sets me in the back seat.

"Ma'am he won't be a bother to you, we'll decide a court date in a week or so. I'll give you a call around then. You have a great night Ms. Sutan." Officer Davis tells Margaret.

Margaret walks up to the window, "have fun in prison you rotten sack of shit."

I grin, "I'll see you later."

"Highly doubt it." Margaret starts to laugh her hick laugh as Officer Davis rolls up the window and drives off.

We get to the prison, scan my thumbprint, and take my mugshots and he leads to me to a jail cell, #32. Just Fucking great.