Lame

“You’re so lame!” Josh shouted, as he stomped up the stairs. “I hate you!”

Using her parental control on his mobile was the only way she could punish him. She took his mobile, and refused to give it back. Cutting the internet wouldn’t stop him trying to get in contact with his friends, he still had 4G.

Who needed friends like those? Getting her son into trouble with drugs and drink. His attitude lately, and her little boy was replaced by a Gremlin. Feeding him after midnight was a mistake.

The police were called last week, and he spent the entire evening saying it wasn’t his fault. Yet, he took the drugs, and her little boy was somewhere in between childhood and adulthood.

Letting him calm down, she understood he had to take some responsibility for his actions. One day he would be a father, and the same thing would need to be said to his children.

“I don’t want to speak to you, it’s so unfair.”

”I need to speak to you Daniel, and I promise, I’m not going to shout.”

Daniel huffed, but didn’t stop her sitting on his bed.

“I know you don’t understand, but I’m worried about you. Your mates only care if you are part of their plans.”

”They’re my friends, you never understand!”

“I do, more than you know . . . you didn’t invent being a teenager, and I got into trouble, but I was lucky. My parents cared enough to try.”

“I said I wouldn’t do drugs again, but it isn’t my mate’s fault.”

“It’s yours for listening to them, and it’s yours for not thinking. I’ve brought you up to think of the dangers. You were lucky this time, but next time . . . you might not be so lucky.”