So why me

06:30pm

"Damn kid, it took me seven hours to give birth to you and this is how you thank your mother?"

Adam, totally unaware of his mother's rage, who is waiting for him at home, has just recovered the one he calls in intimacy: His little beauty. With a tender gesture, he caresses the leather red dashboard for a few moments, before turning on the car radio, his thoughts always directed towards this magnificent afternoon that has just passed.

The effort? Adam doesn't like it, nor does sport, either. However, Adam affirmed the opposite to Jessica, so that she would continue their collective and intense badminton training. He gave everything, exhausted himself, but tasted heaven. He's still seeing her there. White microskirt, tightly fitting women's t-shirt without Lacoste sleeves and cute white and pink sneakers. Her runs to that strange winged ball and her jumps propelled by her long athletic legs were magnificent. A real delight to consume without moderation at any time of the day, thinks Adam, who smiles stupidly as he caresses the wheel of his car. And, he's not about to forget her chest leapings as she jumped, yes it was so...

Adam, who is bleeding again from his nose, rediscovers this unpleasant taste that he has often tasted for the past few days. It takes him about ten minutes to calm his nerves as an intrepid young warrior, as well as to stop his heavy nosebleed. It is the heart still slightly fast, that a very smiling Adam turns on the engine and leaves the parking lot of his High School that he will not see again until the next two weeks.

At home, Ms. Clifford swears all the most shameful words in her vocabulary to calm her nerves, which are still under great strain today. Although there are not so many of them, she is surprised to know so many and promises herself that on Sunday she will confess for her voluntary impulse. However, the time has not yet come and for the moment, all the rude things that come out of her mouth are an excellent placebo to calm her anger that has been boiling in her since this morning.

All these words are only an outlet, but the solution is not here and Ms. Clifford is well aware of it. Finding and solving the source of the problem becomes imperative and she can only squint when her expression becomes mean. Her son is a teenager, so what? It's not from today, but until then his behaviour had never caused him any problems or concerns. Until then, until, until, until she. It's the bitch's fault. It is she who turns her son away from his mother and leads him to dark paths from which he may never return, and according to Mrs. Clifford, her Adam has already crossed the entrance of one of these paths with no possible return.

When at 9:50am, she arrived at the High School panicked, she learned from them that the bitch had had her Adam transferred to the hospital. 11:35am, after visiting 4 hospitals, friends finally find the trace of his Adam in a private hospital for the rich, but Adam has already left the care facility. Behind her, the bitch left a note for her, certainly convinced she would come. "Take some time for yourself, from now on I'll take care of Adam." Followed by a little smiley sticking out his tongue.

Mrs. Clifford listens as she hears a loud engine noise. Her doubts are confirmed and she sits down as if nothing had happened on the couch.

After parking his car, Adam, always very cheerful, plays with his keys. He throws his keys up in the air laughing, then turns around himself like the handsome guy in advertising. (Tilinng) With his eyes empty looking towards his feet, his mouth opening and closing multiple times, Adam observes the manhole in which his keys fell.

He remembers hearing something complicated as causal effect as his brain analyzes the current situation. Simple child, Adam assumes that his overflowing joy must have displeased God.

06h45pm

Adam, who pulls on his beautiful shirt to feel it, is amazed by the stench he gives off. Getting his keys was not easy but by chance a nice neighbour who had enough strength to lift the sewer plate came to his aid. However, he regrets that the kindness of this neighbour did not go so far as to enter what turned out to be a drainage compartment of the septic tank in his house, to retrieve his keys.

When he arrives in the living room, when he saw his mother with a serious face watching a program about hunters, whom she hates above all else, Adam already knew that something was wrong. Mrs. Clifford simulates indifference, but when she sees her tile that she washed yesterday covered with suspicious film and that a stench reaching her nostrils, her well-developed plan falls through.

"Stupid son, are you wading through the sewers now? And your shoes, are you waiting for me to take them off for you maybe? You tire me, you tire me, I'm really tired of you. Mumumuu"

Adam is tetanized by his mother's tears. He believes that his heart will tear in front of so painful and unbearable is this vision. His mother is a pillar on which Adam has always relied. He is an extremely strong person who does not give in to anyone and whose pride should not be underestimated. When her father was leaving them for a 20-year-old girl, she packed her husband's bags herself before throwing them out the window, then definitively greeted him with a resounding slap in his face, before slamming the door in his face. Adam, very moved, is not used to this. Nevertheless, although he is anything but sure of himself, he walks towards his upset mother with the intention of taking her in his arms to cheer her up.

"Mom..."

Mrs. Clifford feels her heart softening again but she recovers her resolution by thinking about her day of anguish and quickly retreats when she sees the bad kid who caused her so much trouble approaching.

"So this is the very important Mr. Adam? So your mother would still be worthy of your attention and affection?"

"But..."

Adam is missing the words. He would like to tell his mother that he loves her, but it's not that simple. He would like to make her understand that she is wrong, but her body remains frozen on the spot. The only thing he manages to do is shed a tear by looking at his mother, who extends a hand to push him away.

Mrs. Clifford blames herself so much that a terrible stomach pain is assailing her belly. This clumsy, tall boy has been nestled there few months and this bond between the two of them will always last. Watching him cry, she hurts her herself, but when she think back to her son's little bitch, her anger takes over her other emotions.