HS 25 RP-TIME FOR AN IMPACT pt 2

I can’t even begin to try and think about what I will say. I want the scenario to end with us all being happy and them being a THOUSAND percent supportive, but oh I know them all too well. Sitting here inside my Jeep everything is quiet, well besides the sound of engine fluids settling. I realize that at my age, there is really nothing they can do to stop me. Hell if they want me to go to college, they’ll sure as hell continue to pay for it. That’s not the point. What has my nerves rattled is a tiny fourteen letter word: Disappointment. It’s funny that it comes to me now that the last thing I ever would want to do to my parents is disappoint them. I mean SURELY they wouldn’t be disappointed of all the parties, alcohol, and girls that I have conquered……surely not. I cant sit here forever, its time to face the music. Very gently I close my door, why I closed it that way I have no clue. They know I’m here, I know they do. My mind is so discombobulated I believe that procrastinating will actually help. I slowly make my way to the front door admiring plants I have never noticed before and probably never would have. My mind has gone completely blank. All I can think of is how beautiful a daisy must be during the day. This moment of tranquility is quickly interrupted…….

Mom: Are you ok?

I was almost in shock as I stood still like a deer in headlights. I want to reply HELL NO, but I want to waste a few more seconds.

hCo: Yeah every things……just fine.

Now I’m lying on top of everything. I bet murderers don’t have this much guilt with what they’ve done.

Mom: Ok just making sure. You plan on staying outside much longer?

I shook my head and continued to the house. Her voice sounded soft and her smile was so reassuring. How I wish it could last. With each step up the stairway I drew closer and closer to the door. She turned and made her way through the living room back towards the kitchen. Right as soon as I hit the doorway I was taken by the smell of what is going to be supper. Mom loves to try new recipes so it never smells of anything distinctive like steak, chicken, potatoes, etc. First thing I see however is my dad sitting in his over sized Lazy-Boy, like always, reading the newspaper, like always. I have taken maybe five steps into the house and turned to shut the door….

Dad: Everything alright?

BOOM, goose bumps just shot right down my spine. My heart is beating faster than it was moments ago when I was running my palms are filling with sweat. WHY IS THIS SUCH A BIG DEAL?!

hCo: Yeah, yeah everything’s dandy.

Turning to look at him I noticed the paper was down enough for his eyes to peek over. He is known for that death stare. Maybe that is what won him so many cases, regardless it is mutilating me as I stand here. Ha here I am having a staring contest with the eye-freak and I crack…

hCo: Ahhhh, there is something.

Dad: Go ahead.

hCo: (chuckling) I have a wrestling match in a few days.

WHY AM I CHUCKLING?!

Dad: Humph, we had this talk Brandon. Wrestling is fun to watch but as a job, a career it is risky, unstable, and there is absolutely no guarantee for success.

I swear he has yet to blink.

Dad: Your mother and I ( who by this time is standing leaning against the doorway with a towel in one hand and her other on her hip) have worked our asses off all these years so that you could have a more than comfortable lifestyle and so that you can get the education you need to make something of yourself. All we ask is that you do this one thing for us and that is take advantage of this free ride through school.

I stand here speechless. Well, maybe not….

hCo: I completely understand that dad and I appreciate everything you and mom have done. I do want to go to school, well maybe not, but I do want to have assurance that I will be good at something. I will stand before you right here and say that wrestling is a passion that I have kept to myself over these past few years. I have been afraid of telling my friends or any girls that I love it because they may think it’s stupid. I have the opportunity to try it, to see if it works, to see if it is really what I want to do, and I’m sorry but at this point I don’t care what anyone thinks.

OH MY GOD. Did I just say that? Forget suicide, I am about to get murdered. His eyes are glued to me. I can just see him jumping out of his chair at any minute. Oh man I could puke right now. In the blink of an eye he and mom look at each other.

Mom: Seems this really means a lot to you.

hCo: The world.

Dad: Let’s make a deal here. (a lawyer wanting to make a deal with his son? This should be good) you can try this nonsense only if it doesn’t affect your schooling. The moment those grades drop, IM pulling the plug, got it?

Am I hearing this right? I look to mom for reassurance. With a smile on her face she gently nods her head.

Mom: I don’t want to hear it when you break your damn neck either.

And the burden is lifted, I feel a hundred pounds lighter. I take a deep breath of “something’s burning” air and the tension fades away as my body goes relaxed. Until…

Mom: OOOH Shhht my casserole!

My eyes widened as if I was about to get hit by a car. That totally caught me off guard. Dad continues to read his paper laughing. And just like Jesus Christ almighty said “ It is done.” The only thing on my mind now is taking a hot shower, picturing how I want the match to go, and……………homework.

after reading it may sound a bit rushed but i thought id follow up on my last!