Some say that nothing good ever happens after midnight, right? I can’t say that I disagree. But if nothing good ever happens after midnight, how about after 3:30 a.m.?
In this case, I’m referring to a very specific 3:30 a.m. The one following the Friday Night Lights football game that our son Hawk attended, and was subsequently kicked out of with his friend Ivan.
Unbeknownst to my husband or two other children, sometime before 3:30 a.m. on this Friday night turned into very early Saturday morning, our son Hawk chose to sneak out of his bedroom window again. (If I haven’t already written about the other times he snuck out within the last year, comment below to remind me to post later about those stories).
Anyhow, at 3:30 a.m. on this night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and to get a drink of water in the kitchen. On my way back from the typical water fetching routine in the kitchen on any given night, I always stop to peek in on each of my kids. This night was no different. Upon checking on Hawk, as I squeaked the door open, I noticed that the window shade was drawn and that the window was unlocked.
Hawk had crawled out of his window and was no longer anywhere to be found on our property!
Here’s where the story gets very murky. Because so much has happened over the last four months, I haven’t been back to this blog site to provide any updates. And of course I’ve forgotten many of the details.
But what I believe probably occurred upon discovering that he wasn’t home, is that I either checked Life360 to track where he was OR I tried to track him using Life360 or FindMyiPhone.
From what I recall, I texted him to please come home immediately. He assured me that everything was alright and not to worry. He said that he was at one of his other “friends'” houses, And that this friend was also named “Hawk.” In this case, we’ll refer to him as “Hawk Squared.”
He assured me that everything was okay and that he would be home soon..Meanwhile, I was so frightened that there was zero chance that I could just go back to sleep.
From what I recall, I grabbed my car keys and I drove to his friends’ house and demanded that he return home with me. Out of shear embarrassment, he got in the car. Moments later when we arrived home, I told him to hand over his phone and go to bed and that we’d talk later that day.
What I didn’t know when I said that was that apparently there were other kids sleeping over at Hawk Squared’s house, including a girl.
I only discovered this the next day when she and two other friends, including Ivan, showed up at our house after school. I thought they had just planned on hanging out and told Hawk that they weren’t supposed to be there and would have to leave because he was technically grounded for sneaking out.
However, Hawk pleaded with me to just let them stay for a few minutes. Although very unhappy, I decided to give them a few minutes to say their goodbyes.
But then things escalated quickly. I heard their voices increasing in volume. When I walked to the bonus room to ask what was going on, I saw panic and fear in their eyes. My son responded, “Hawk Squared is driving over here and he wants to kill me!”
I said, ”Wait, what?!?”
The girl, Blakely, responded, “Hawk Squared is angry because he knows that I don’t like him and that I’m interested in Hawk. He’s threatening to kill Hawk because of it.”
Before I knew it, I was pleading with my Hawk to stay inside and to not go outside. But he wouldn’t listen.
The next thing I knew, Hawk Squared screeched up in his beaten up Honda Civic, jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran caddy corner across our front lawn onto our driveway.
He shouted at Hawk, “How could you do this, Hawk? You’re such a horrible person! I’m going to fucking kill you dude!”
To which my Hawk screamed, “Oh yeah, well I’m gonna kill you!”
(Side note: before Hawk S. arrived, my Hawk grabbed a kitchen knife because he was so frightened. I was able to get it from him and secure it.)
As i physically stood in front of my Hawk I shouted, “No one is going to kill anyone! Stop it guys! Hawk S. leave right now or I will call the police!” As I was screaming this, I thought, “OMG, this is like a Jerry Springer episode!” Note: not to sound braggadocious but we live in a pretty affluent neighborhood. How ironic.
He responded, “Really, you’re going to call the police on me? You think I’m that horrible of a person?”
I said, “I don’t even know you to be able to answer that but what I do know is that if you don’t leave right now, I WILL CALL THE POLICE!”
With that he shouted, “You’re the worst person in the whole world, Hawk! I hope you go kill yourself! FUCK YOU!!!!!!” Then he jumped in his car and sped off.
Check back next week for Part II of "3:30 a.m." For more Fierce Boy tales, check out https://wordpress.com/post/fierceboy.com/7.
