As a freshman in high school, I was sent to live with my grandparents because of a stupid choice I made. I will never forget the day I had to pack all of my stuff and move to my grandparent’s house. I regret the choice I made but, I don’t regret admitting to it.
The detective came to my school and pulled me into the SRO’s office. He sat me down and read me my rights. I was nervous as all get out. He told me I had the right to have my lawyer or my mom come in and listen if I would like. I told him I didn’t. He told me who he was and talked to me about why he was there. I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t have been doing.
He started asking me questions and I was completely honest. He reached a question where we got into another subject and I knew it was my opportunity. I admitted to a different crime I had committed. He asked me about a million or so questions. Then he said something I didn’t want to hear. “Austin, I am going to have to call your mom and report this,” He said. I was torn apart. I knew what I had done would hurt my family and I was afraid they would hate me. I couldn’t picture the disgust my mom would have for me. I thought that she and the rest of my family would hate me. Every single thought that was running through my head was making me more and more afraid. I would even ask myself, “What if they don’t even want anything to do with you anymore?”
I cried for hours while the detective tried to get a hold of my mom. She was at work and I couldn’t imagine her thoughts when she got that call from him. I was so angry and disappointed in myself. I felt like I was going to ruin my family. I was afraid that my stupid choice would tear them apart and ruin the wonderful family we had.
The detective came back in the room and said, “Austin, I got a hold of your mom and she is on her way.” I was shocked. I thought that my mom would never want to even see my face again. But I was wrong. I said to myself, “Maybe he hasn’t even told her what I admitted to yet.” But when she arrived, I knew he did. She was crying and I could tell she was hurt. I couldn’t believe that I would have done this to my mom and family. My step-father showed up quickly after my mom. When I saw not only my mom but my step-father were crying, I was ripped apart inside. I couldn’t stand it.
After a few minutes of silence, the detective started talking. He started asking my mom and step-father questions. He told them everything I said when he was questioning me and told them what would have to happen. He said that he was going to have to report it and that I would need to be sent to my grandparents for awhile. I was very upset. I thought I would never see my mom or family again.
My mom took me home to get my stuff packed. Luckily my grandparents live only five miles away from my mom’s house. But we talked about the issue.
“Mom, promise me you don’t hate me.” I said.
“Austin, you are my son and you will always be my son. I may hate the choice you made but I could never hate you. No matter what happens I will always love you and I promise we will get through this.” She replied.
I was so happy to hear those words come out of my mom’s mouth. But what would the rest of my family think of me? My mom and step-dad took me and my stuff to my grandparent’s house where the detective came next. He sat down and talked to my grandparents about why I needed to stay there. I was so glad that they didn’t hate me and that they were willing to house me.
I still live with my grandparents today and I am still working on getting out of trouble so I can move back with my family. I may regret the decision I made when I committed the crime but I promise you that I don’t regret admitting to it. It was the biggest weight lifted off my shoulders and I was now able to get help. This was truly an unforgettable day. But it is one that I want to remember for the rest of my life.