As time went on and i left the hospital, i simply blocked the night out of memory. I had more important things to concentrait on. Like leaving my mother's house. I wanted to move to a new town and receive new experiences. Possibly open up new oppritunities for myself.
My mother however wouldn't hear of it because that ment moving out of her house and into my father's. I don't beleive my father ever cared as much about me as he did the money he was loosing in child support.
I never really trusted my father, but used him to get what i thought i rightly deserved, a chance to make it where my parents didn't.
One night when i returned home from my dad's wich was an hour away. My mother and I engaged in a huge argument. I don't really remember what it was over but i remember her getting so angry at me by the time she left the house.
I called a friend and talked which was begining to calm me down until my mother busted back through the door angrier than she was before. Antagonizing almost feeding off the conflict. I remember her telling me to c'mon in the most uncaring voice i had ever heard from a human being.
I refused to do as she said. By this time my step dad came home, there was no love loss between him and I and i could tell he just wanted to hit me again.
I don't remember what instigated it but i reached for the phone to call my dad. When i did my mom grabbed me and tried to wrestle me down. I knew i was much stronger than her, so i just held myself up. There was no way i would strike at my own mother.
Then from no where i felt something hit me in the back of the head. At the time i thought it was her, but now that i think back i don't beleive it could have been. It was still enough to send me into a panic because of what happened in the graveyard. The first thing i could think to do was get her off of me. So I lifted up with just enough force to make her let go. Still it may have been too much. I watched almost in slow motion as my mother stumbled and fell into the sleek glass of the entertainment center.
Unfortunatly i didn't get time to make sure she was ok. My stepdad grabbed me and threw me onto the couch then pinned me down with all his weight. I remember hearing the words as my mother called the police. Then when my step dad let me go I ran into the yard and screamed at them that they were crazy. I wanted to run but knew i wouldn't get far.
One thought went through my head as if it wasn't even my own, "don't fight it James, your already dead."
When the police arrived I told them it wasn't my fault, but my plees fell onto def ears. I was a teenager, as far as they were concerned that made me a criminal. I remember asking them where i would spend the night. They told me the Juvinile Detention Facility. Those words struch fear into me, that night i had felt a stir of negative emotions but that was the first time i had felt fear.
When I arrived a guy took down my information. Then he called my house, The person that was home told them to keep me, I thought it was mom, but instead it was my step dad. I didn't find that out until much later.
I think the hardest part of that night was the strip search. It was then that i realized i no longer had any freedom. There isn't quite a feeling of despair as loosing your freedom. I received a cell, and met my new cell mate. At first i was very defensive, but he was a good guy and knew what i was going through. If it wasn't for him i don't think i would have lasted that night.
The next day i got to meet and talk to more people, they talked of their crime,punishment, and lifestyles on the outside. It was then i realized that in my hometown the crime didn't fit the punishment. The punishment was worse. Or maybe that was just for juviniles who couldn't vote.
I decided by lunch that it was time to go home, so i called my mom and suavely asked her to come and get me. She quickly agreed.
When I arrived home i ate a huge meal to make up for the three i missed. Then after some antagonizing and idle threats from my mom, i went to sleep and slept like i hadn't done so in weeks.
I know now that, the night that i thought was the worse night of my life, put into motion a chain of events that would change my life, and the world forever.