My Criminal Past (Continued)
I came home one evening from football practice, and my mother was standing there with a bunch of her friends for some type of gathering at our house. I obviously didn’t know what the hell was going on by the look on my face. She asked me where the hell I had been. Well, judging by my uniform I was wearing, wasn’t that a hint? I told her I was going to go take a shower and I would be down in a minute. As I turned, I felt a blow to the back of my head. I toppled forward and went face first into the steps. I was dazed for a moment, but I started to gain my composure. “That’s what you get for talking back to me!” she screamed as I gathered myself together. I didn’t even say anything, so I had no idea why she said that. I turned around and her friends looked shocked. My “mother” was not a small woman mind you, and a blow like that would hurt the average man. I told her I didn’t say anything, and she came at me again. Her fists flailing at me, I put up my hands to defend myself. I told her to stop and she kept coming. I basically ran to my room because I would never hit my own mom. She screamed out a few expletives and I thought that was the end of it. I showered, went to bed, and waited for the morning to come.
