At 9:30 last night, M and _____ walked into a house belonging to a “friend of a friend.” They headed down to the basement, sat down on the floor, and talked. Within minutes, the police came down those basement steps.
At 10:15, my cell phone rang; it was _____‘s sister. ~~ It had been years since I had spoken to sweet K. My mind flashed back 20 years to the many times K, her mom, and I hung out at the kitchen table together. ~~ She explained that M and _____ had been at a party that had been broken up by the police. Either she could bring M home, or I could pick him up.
As I drove down the street (a street on which I had traveled many times) I saw a police car parked in front of a house. Walking in, I realized that the house had little to no furniture. Apparently, it was the “friend of a friend’s” old house, which was on the market.
M apologized to me as I walked towards him.
The officer explained the situation, and I apologized to the homeowner for my son’s behavior. The homeowner and the officer explained that M had already apologized.
My own fear began to turn to something else that I couldn’t quite figure out at the time. With tears in my eyes, I began to feel less scared of this situation. The police officer was kind, and the homeowner was a mom, like me. It began to feel like we were all in this mess together.
M and I listened to the officer explain the procedure. He was not in possession of alcohol, but some time prior to stepping into that house, he had consumed alcohol. His violation…Consumption of alcohol by a minor.
Moments ago, I made the required phone call to the Juvenile Intake and Assessment Center; the woman who answered was kind too. She explained that someone will call me back later today, and we will then schedule his appearance.
Some may wonder why I am so public about what just happened. The truth is, I woke up to several emails asking about what happened to M last night.
News travels…It’s no secret.