My mind started racing, I had to get him out of here NOW ,before anyone saw him, he`d be killed. My heart was racing, I was trembling, my vision began to blur, my world was moving in slow motion.
I looked at Ben, "Get him the fuck out of here" I murmered as he made his way toward Shano. Bambi, who was a close family friend of the girl he`d raped groaned, even she could see the potential hazard.
Not here and for fuck sake not now.
Ben walked over to Shano and said "You`re not welcome here mate" and thumbed to the door. Shano looked confused, but turned to leave. As he was walking out the front door, we hovered back a bit, making sure he leaves, he reaches the door and stops to talk to a very big, very gangsta looking dude, the dude looked irrately over Shanos shoulder at Ben and tilted his head for one of his mates to come over.
Fuck this, I was over it.
I stormed out to Shano, who was now accompanied by a girlie about 19 years old, standing by the car they`d turned up in, there was also 2 more people in the car. I said to Shano, "Man, you need to leave, don`t go causing problems, its a fucken kids birthday party". He asked why?
I replied "you fucked Fredos kid man, he knows, we know, now just fuck off". I`m looking around nervously hoping against all hope that Dan or one of his mates haven`t seen him.
felt like screaming.
That fucken idiot Shano said to me " you don`t know my side of the story! She was ok with it"
!!!!!!!WHAT THE FUCK???!!!! SHE WAS 13 YEARS OLD! A BABY!
The shit that did to my head was insane, my vision started to blur again, FOR FUCK SAKE WHY CAN`T THEY JUST FUCK OFF?????????
I turned to face my apparent fate, only to see my brother flying thru the air, Ninja style, headed in our general direction screaming "thats`s my sister cunt and this is my nephews party!".
Silence.
A much worse sound than the hum. I wanted the hum back.
Instantly we were surrounded, by this stage Shano and my bro are pushing eachother back and forth, Ben appears and pulls John away.
Just in time for Dan and his mate to break thru the crowd.
Dans eyes were on fire. I grabbed him by the arms, he was looking around like a wild animal seeking its prey, "where is he?" he demanded, "IS it Shano?".
I tried calming him, "Dan, don`t ok. He knows people here, leave it." Dan looked even wilder, "IS it Shano?" he yelled at me. "Is it fucken Shano??" He roared as Ben came and grabbed Dan, holding his arms he said "yeah man, leave it, we`ll sort it later". Dan broke away from Ben and ran to the car, with me and Shyla(Dans girlie) hanging from his shirt, Ben close behind.
There was a deep closed circle around the car, Dan got to the car window and tapped on it, now having Ben and John holding him back as well, the circle started to get closer, I`m not sure if anyone other than the immediately involved knew what was going on, except for Dans mate, he was standing at the front of the car, as if in a daze, saying and doing nothing.
Dan struggled free and calmly said, "I just wanna tallk to him", everyone let go.
He tapped on the window of the car and said "Shano? man is that you? Oi, open the window, it`s Dan".
The window came down about 4 inches, exactly enough for Dan to get his fist thru, which he did and punched him square in the face.
Everyone grabbed for Dan again, I yelled at the stupid bitch behind the wheel to "JUST GO!", of course she couldn`t, they were surrounded. Dan was struggling and hitting at the car, he broke free again and this time put his fist thru the windscreen.
It was as is someone had raised a green flag, Dans mate snapped out of his daze and started punching and kicking at the car, the girlie finally started the car and reversed into the crowd.
I was hanging off Dan, yelling at everyone to move out of the way.
The crowd starts to part, the car starts to move, Dan yells" NOOOO!!! Fuck him! He raped a fucken 13 year old girl"
The car was lost under the crowd within seconds, yelling and screaming, people were kicking, smashing, punching, and rocking it. As I`ve said, how they got out of here alive, is beyond me, it really is. The car was literally thrown from my driveway.
My mind was going crazy with the possibilities of what could happen if this amount of people turned ugly, knowing *I* was the one everyone would be turning to in the event of ...lets say... FUCKEN ANYTHING !!!!!!!!!
I`M THE RESPONSIBLE ADULT!!!!!!.....
So, there I was - paranoid, anxiety ridden and plain fucken scared!!!!
WAYYYYYYYYY too many people.
I was in "risk management" mode, assessing every person, conversation and situation for something that might turn to shit. I walked thru the CROWD for 15 minutes before I even spotted Dan at one stage. Fuck there was alot of people.
Oh and you know what? *me* in my infinate wisdom, after seeing the meek 20-30 guests we`d had earlier in the evening had decided that PYJAMAS would be the appropriate attire for this situation, after all I was hardly going to have to interact with them was I?
White pyjamas with little red skulls all over them. How great did I feel.
"Ok" my mind rationalised, "IF things stayed calm, there shouldn`t be a problem, everyone seemed to know eachother, there were small groups congregating in shadows here and there, but mostly people were dancing and having a good time."
All it had to do was stay good.
I went back inside andsat at the table, joined the conversation and again, started to relax.
I`d straightened up by then, too nervous and paranoid to be anything else, I leaned back against Ben sighing, reaching up to put my hands around his neck.
He groaned "You`re fucken kidding me", pushed me aside and got to his feet.
It took me a minute to realise his actions weren`t intended for me, I turned around to see the person they were intended for.
You`ve GOTTO be fucking kidding ME.
Enter Shano.
As the story unfolds, Shano had been like a big bro to one of Dans mates, lived with his family for 6 years, was looked upon as a part of the family, blah, blah. He`d been here once or twice with Dans mate, I didn`t like him, I can pick a crack head a mile away, I can do without that shit around my kid, Dan wasn`t everly fond of him anyway. Beside the fact he was 22, I just thought he should have better things to do then hang with a pile of young kids. He`s the same age as Ben!
Anyway, it came to light a few weeks ago that Shano had raped the 13 year old sister of Dans mate, he made that little girlie do some terrible shit to him. Fucken dog, but anyway...........the boys had spent hours talking about what they`d do to him if they got the chance, none of it pretty and I know now, none of them empty threats.
And you know what, he was standing in my fucken kitchen.
The urge to assume the fetal position and start rocking began to overwhelm me.
Alllrighty then....where we? That`s right, it was 6 `oclock Saturday night *shudder*
I had a girlfriend turn up for the night, Bambi, we`d JOKED previously that she could help with security, yeah right, like WE`D need it.
Pfft. A pile of 15 year old kids running around, having learnt from last nights mistakes, what could possibly go wrong?
There I go again, asking stupid fucking questions.....
My brother (John) turnedd up with his girlie, he`d been drinking Rum all day and he was being a fuckwit. A complete fuckwit. What made it even better was the fuckwit gave Dan a bottle of rum for his birthday!!!
Yay.
"Oh well" I resigned, "it`s just one night. *sigh*, it`ll be cool."
They`re all good boys. *insert psychotic eye twitch* Good boys. Yep.
The party was pumping outside, everything seemed ok. I started to relax, sitting round the dining table with Ben, Bambi, John and his scatterbrained girlie, everyone had a drink, the conversation was flowing, the younger kids were in the loungeroom playing and dancing. Everyone`s cool.
You know what? Things are running so smoothly I might have a bong.
YOu know what else? I`m the greatEST fucking idiot that ever lived.
*nods* believe it.
So I chilled out, kicked back, happy with the turn out for Dan, it rurned out to be a nice comfortable crowd, I was drinking my coffee and looking out the window, watching the reflections of the music lights dancing in the trees, it was lovely.
The trees stated to get a little brighter in the darkness, the boys must have turned them up or something I thought, the trees started to get alot brighter, I looked a bit harder and started to say "what the fuck.................which gots trodden on half way by John saying "get fuuucked", accompanied by Ben laughing "check this shit out".
We were all looking in the same direction, at the same thing, it was like a scene from a gangsta meets ET movie, there were the shadows of about FIFTY people walking in an ORGANISED group down our driveway, being lit up by the THREE carloads following slowly and ominously behind them, and coming from the opposite direction were my GOOD boys, same formation, same stance, heading to meet them.
I couldn`t do anything but watch, it was fucken crazy. We, the "security", were stunned observers, nobody spoke at all. I didn`t know if they were all friends, if they were going to have a shoot out, it looked more the latter, I have never in my life seen anything like it. The lighting, the atmosphere, it was fucken crazy.
And I was stoned.
Dan walked to the front of the group and straight into "mafia mania", they recognised/identified eachother and headed back toward the house.
I didn`t realise what the humming was, the music was still playing, but we`d stopped hearing it when the ufo landed in our driveway, what was that fucken humming?
Have you ever heard people hum? You know, like in the shopping centre, at a concert, places like that *waves hands in the air*, you know the hum.
It was that same hum.
I looked around, drowning deeper in the wave of anxiety, realising not only was I the eldest one there, I was the fucking parent!!!! I was running the party. There were 50 million people in my fucking garage, spilling out over my 27 acres, into my home.....
The music was roaring, the humming echoing in my head, it was fucked!
The demand for water was insane, this wasn`t a 15 year olds birthday party, it was like a fucken hidden rave.
I saw a sticker last week, it suddenly became a neon light in my brain, I`d laughed at it when I had first seen it, now it just scared me.
The boys were in bed, I`d made breakfast for Ben and the girls, we were sitting around, me recovering from happenings of the night before, wondering how long to let the boys sleep for, we decided to wait until the realtor has been thru, it was 9:30.
Little dog (our fierce mini foxy guard dog) started barking, here comes the "mailbox men", I went and woke Dan up, told him what was going on with the mailbox men and walked outside with him.
It SHOULD have been an easy conversation, BUT as I`ve said before, the meathead that owned the mailbox wasn`t happy and wanted that confession.
I introduced Dan to them and stepped aside, the aggressive one started ranting at Dan about the mailbox, the hair on the back of my neck began to stand up, Dan got *that* look in his eyes (he was beaten for ten years of his life by his over aggressive drunken father), I started to move closer, the mailbox man raised his hand to point his finger at Dan, I stepped between him and Dan and said "don`t rah my fucken kid down man hey", HE POINTED HIS FINGER AT ME AND STARTED RANTING,
I took a deep breath and said "what do you want out of this?", he replied "the money for the fucken mailbox",.
I asked calmly "how much is your mailbox", he yelled "fifty fucken dollars".
I turned to Dan and told him to go and get 50 out of his wallet and give it to the dude, its more than likely someone from here did do it, so you play you pay, Dan headed off to get the money - I thought.
Old matey was STILL ranting at me, I was still keeping my calm, Dan was taking his sweet time!
Bek came out, I asked her where Dan wass?? She looked nervously at the ground and said "in the toilet".
I told her to go and get 50 dollars out of his wallet and bring it to me, she RAN off, what I DID`NT know was that Dan was in his room taking the weights off his bench press in order to come and beat the shit out of mailbox man....Bek came back with the money, I handed it to mailbox man, he was still carrying on, next time he was calling the cops, probably the preferable option I agreed, blah, blah fucking blah....
He drove off as Dan walked out the door with the bar and the fucken realtor pulled in!!!!!!
BLAH!
It`s turned out all good, they looked thru the place and went. Yay.
I went inside to a tired, irrate 15 year old, told him to go back to bed, we`d talk about this shit after the weekend, it WAS still his birthday `n shit ya know?
Fuuuuck...
I spent the day getting the shed tidied up for the party, hanging with the girls and Ben, talking about what a fun party it was going to be, some of Dans mates hired party lights, those flashing ones that make you look like your movements are disjointed.
I let Dan sleep till 4, then woke him up to get ready.
Around 5 `oclock a few kids started rolling in, 5:30 my brother rang from the coast and said he was coming up, "awesome" I say, "Dans having a party, it`ll be great!!!!"
Great. That should have been the theme for the entire weekend, cos just as I thought the word great, it kept outdoing itself.....
Ok, I have a 15 year old son, he was kicked out of school a few months ago..lonnng story..and now works full time at a turf farm..
Every weekend him and 3 0f his best mates party, in our shed. They`ve got a pool table, tv, playstation,dvd player,stereo,lounge,loft,beds, you name it.
This shed is kitted out, they love it.
They spend their weekends in their playing loud "gansta" music, having a few (sometimes a few too many) drinks, they`re safe and supervised, everyone knows where their kids are and what they`re doing.
In a safe, supervised environment, much preferable to worrying all weekend where your kids are and what they`re up to.
So when Dan says to me "I`m having a party this weekend", I`m good with it, he hangs with good boys, I can`t forsee any problems.
I can`t "forsee" any problems?
What the fuck was *I* thinking?!
This "party" started on the Friday night with "just few mates", like 15 of them, they were all boys from the same school, I didn`t know half of them but they "looked" like good boys!
I left them to their party, made my presence known every now and then but ultimately left them with it, they`d come inside and have a chat every now and then, none of them seemd overly effected by drinking, I`m thinking what good boys they are, even after hearing the chants from the shed of "scull, scull, scull", they SEEMED OK.
I was 15 once, I *should* have seen the signs of "you`re being fucked with my dear lady"!!!
I don`t drink at all either so I SHOULD have picked it!! The cunning little shits!
It`s midnight, Ben and I went to bed, big week, bigger day, our heads hit the pillow, we hit slumber land.
I woke up at 5am Saturday morning, went to make coffee for Ben and I, I looked in Dans room as I passed,(at least 2 boys usually end up in there), yep, 2 bodies, Luke and Dillon, I headed out to the shed to check the rest, I wasn`t sure which ones were actually staying , I knew the regulars and Dan were.
I opened the front door, looked toward the shed, past where my car was parked........where my car WAS parked....My FUCKEN CAR WAS GONE!!!!!!!!
My heart started racing, my pace quickened and I headed into the shed, the EMPTY shed, I climbed up onto the loft.... nope, empty...I felt sick as fuck.
I ran into the house, shouting to Ben to get my phone..."I`ve gotto ring Dan...Where`s the phone????"
"My fucken cars gone!!!!"
All I could hear was the beating of my heart, I ran into Dans room, still yelling to Ben to get the phone, started ranting at two blurry eyed half asleep teenagers in Dans bed, the roaring in my ears getting louder ,trying not to vomit, cry, scream, go into absolute lost hysterics..WHERE THE FUCK IS MY KID????????????
Then Ben shouted "they`re coming down the driveway now!"
I ran to the driveway, Dan CRUISED down in my car, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "doof doof" music blaring from the cd player, a smile as big as the sunrise on his face.
He stopped, got out of the car, the other 4 kids were shitting themselves, I screamed at them "I don`t know which of you to smack in the fucken mouth first!!!"
Burst into tears and threw my arms around my shit of a son!
Fuuuuck!
My car had vomit all over it and my sleep deprived/half sloshed PROUD son tells me he "made it" to the fucken GATEWAY MOTORWAY AND BACK!!!!!!!!!!
Absolute waste of time arguing with a drunk (have I mentioned that I don`t drink ever, and I`m not particularly fond of drunks in any form), I`ll talk to him after he`s had sleep.
So I put them all to bed, made my coffee, sat down and melted down.......
A car came down the driveway, it was now 7:30am on a Saturday morning, "it must be one of the kids parents," I thought to myself as I wandered out.
A "hotted up" ute pulled in, 2 "tough" looking dudes got out of it, about my age, I asked what I could I do to help them? Hoping desperately that they`re lost and just wanted directions.
No such luck.
Old mate started at me....I was rubbing my eyes wondering what the fuck he was talking about...what mailbox?
I blinked.
Ohhhhh, I get it, he lives across the road, his mailbox got smashed for the second weekend in a row, he`s not happy and he "knows" it came from here. I agreed, it probably did come from here, not from the regular boys or my boys, but the add ons that turned up last night, I couldn`t say that it DIDN`T come from here, it was more than likely that it did, but last weekend? Only my boys were here, I know they didn`t leave the shed and I also know they aren`t into destruction for fun. Come back when they`re awake, ask them, if they know who did it, they`ll tell, if they don`t they won`t.
What more could one ask for?
This meathead wanted a confession written in blood I reckon, but he agreed to come back after the boys had had some sleep.
Oh and amongst this, have I mentioned that my house is for sale and the realtor was bringing a prospective buyer thru at 10 o`clock? No? Must have forgotten.Oh AND on Friday afternoon we`d had to get a plumber out cos as Dan had his shower, the bathroom literally filled up with shit, the fucking toilet exploded! Flooded the bathroom, the whole house smelt like shit, had shit insects floating everywhere...it was great.
