In my last post we ended with me refusing to attempt a high-speed chase in our small town of Clarksdale, MS. I had pulled over and was being approached by the same two women I had seen watching me a few minutes earlier. I nervously sat in my car waiting to see what was going to happen next, looked over at him and he looked as scared as I did. In my mind I was still convinced that the house we had been in must have belonged to one of those women and he did not have permission to be there. I was just hoping they'd be a little forgiving once they knew I had no idea. Boy was I wrong, turns out a house was about to be the least of my worries. The first thing one of the ladies did when they made it to the car was look over to him, call him my name and say, "is that you" and then told him to get out of the car. Some parts of the conversation are blurry in my memories, but I do recall them asking a lot of questions. Questions like who I was, why was I with him, why were we at that house, and what we were doing there. Needless to say, there was a lot of lying going on my him, so I finally got a chance to ask them who they were. It's safe to say that my heart complete sank when one informed me that she was his mother and the other one his aunt, and I think I died a little inside for a second when the mother also added that he was not of age to be with anyone that my age. Durning all the questions, he was told to get out of my car which he did, and I was still sitting there trying to absorb it all, she asks me how old I was, and when I told her, she said she'd be calling the police before she left because of the age difference of myself and her son. I did try to talk to her and tell her he had told me an entirely different age and that I had no idea that it was a lie. I told her we had just met earlier that day and i had no way of knowing how old he really was. Then she wants to know if we just met, why were we in the house alone and what were we doing. He steps in and says, that I had given him a ride and that we were just talking. She asks him if we were just talking why did he run. yeah, that was a good question, and I don't think his answer was good enough for her. She proceeds to get her phone and say she was calling the police, until the aunt steps in and ask me a few questions and tells the mom to just let me go, they can deal with it later. She says, I don't think she knew he was lying about his age. The mom agrees to deal with it later after and tells me to go.
The ride back to my home was filled with all kinds of emotions. I was afraid, nervous, sick on the stomach, anxious, just to name a few. I was still thinking oh my God what just happened. I couldn't believe that had happened to me. I made it home, my hands still shaking, heart still beating fast, and I immediately got undressed and took a shower and changed clothes. By this time, my son was awake so I decided to take care of any needs he may have and see about him. All the while I was moving around in the house, I couldn't get my mind off of what had just happened. Honestly, at the time I was thinking as a parent. As i tended to my son, I couldn't help but think about how she must have felt about her son, and that made me feel even worse. I didn't know what to do, but I kept feeling I needed to somehow make this right, or at least try to. Of course, I did not tell my mom or anything at the time what had happened, but I did come up with what I thought was a good idea at the time. I thought if I went back to talk to her since she had had a little time to calm down, and I took my son with me, maybe we could talk mom to mom, and I could explain to her the circumstances about what had gone on and I sincerely apologize to her. So, I got my son, got in the car, and headed back over to the house the guy had originally had me to take him to.
Once we made it there, I knew no one would be at the back house so I choose to try to go to the house directly in front of the house we had gone to. I took my son by the hand and with my heart beating fast and my hands shaking, walked up the sidewalk of this house that I wasn't even sure was the correct house or not. While I was walking up the sidewalk, i noticed a much older lady sitting on the porch, once I made it to her, I said hello, introduced myself and asked for the guy's mom I called him by name since i didn't know her name. For the sake of this blog, we will name him Joe, so I asked if this was the home of "Joe's mom" and the older lady told me no, but she was Joe's grandmother, and this was her house. I asked there was any way I could get in touch with the mom, and she said she wasn't there at the moment, but she would let her know someone came looking for her. I said thank you and left feeling really defeated. I truly wanted to speak with her and let her know I too was a mom, and I was truly sorry about what had happened. Although my intentions were good, I later learned that going back was the second biggest mistake I would make that day. For the moment I just attempted to enjoy the rest of my day with my son.
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