Not only did the school year come to an end, I also graduated high school, and for the first time have ownership of my life, or so I thought. Eighteen years old and I think I know it all, can do anything I want, it's my life. Until my so called "friend" decided he needed money to buy pot. We went into the local liquor store to buy a couple packs of cigarettes when out of nowhere my friend Dean pulls out a pistol and sticks up the liquor store. Not only was that my first robbery, but it was also the first time I was on television. By the evening our faces were plastered all over the news and the search was on. The store cameras were very clear as my father watched the news. He looked up at me and I felt the blood rush from my face. I am sure I went white as a ghost.
My name is Adam. I'm 5'8" tall, thinner build with my head shaved short, as is most of my body hair including my cock and balls. I have green eyes and light complexion. I can now see how first impressions can lead people to stereo type me as a punk. But when my dad looms over me, with his 6'2" 44inch chest hulk of a man, I feel like I am six years old and shrink down to four feet tall. My dad owns his own construction company and his pure muscled hairy frame is a testimony of how hard he works.
My father leaped from his chair and headed right for me, fire in his eyes. I swear I saw smoke coming from his ears. My mother, thank goodness, realized my father's mood change and quickly jumped between us. Here was this 5'3" short woman with flowing dark brown hair, 40C boobs, about to hold off two men from killing each other; or in this case, keeping my dad from killing me. My parents had me when they just got out of high school, so it was really kids raising kids. My parents were just 36 years old, whereas most of my friend's parents were in their late 40's.
"What the hell is wrong with you Adam? What were you thinking? Oh wait, YOU weren't thinking!" Spit flew from my dad's mouth as he screamed at me. Every muscle in his body seemed to expand like the hulk.
Mom, always the referee, jumped to my rescue, "Tom, calm down I am sure Adam has a good explanation of why he fucked his life up. Adam, NOW would be a good time to start talking and choose your words carefully."
"He won't listen anyway, what does it matter?" I retorted back to mom. Not my best come back, and probably the most stupid thing I could have said. My dad closed the gap between us by squeezing my mom's body against mine. Mom's big boobs smashed against my chest and I swear I felt her hard nipples poking against me. Such a teenage horn dog, can't even focus when it's important. Mom placed her hands on my chest and shoved me away from the two of them, trying to give more distance between the fire breathing father and myself.
"STOP IT, the both of you! Adam try again, this time use your brain."
"FINE!" I yelled back. My father took a step toward me, "Don't you dare talk to your mother like that. You're in enough hot water, and not just with us, but with the police. They will be knocking at our door and if you want any kind of help from us you better have a damn good reason for being so stupid."
I fell back onto our sofa and started to cry, "I didn't even know he was going to do anything like that. We went in to buy cigarettes, then the next thing I know Dean is holding a gun on the clerk and demanding all the money. Look at my face in the video, I was shocked."
My dad looked down at me "But you ran anyway. You're as guilty as Dean. If Dean would have hurt that clerk, or worse, killed him, you would be going to prison. Fuck! This is one big fucked up mess you put yourself and this family in Adam. You never think how your actions not only affect you but the people around you as well. Your mother and I worked hard to give you a roof over your head, clothes on your back, and food in your stomach, more than a lot of kids get and you show your appreciation by doing this? We can lose it all."
My mom sat next to me and took my hand, "We have to call the police. You have to turn yourself in and tell them everything. Your father and I will do what we can, but you have to understand there will be consequences to your action."
I leaned into my mom's shoulder and cried, my dad flopped down on the other side of me and I felt his big hairy arms envelope the two of us together. We all sat and cried for a while before my dad got up and called the police.
Mom and Dad were right turning myself in was the way to go. The judge looked at the video and did see the look of shock and surprise on my face which helped me in my statement that I was not in on the robbery. It did not take into consideration of the fact that I still went through with it. I received three months home detention with an ankle monitor followed by 100 hours of community service. As far as my parent's punishment, I had to enroll at the local junior college, which started right after my home detention, and I had to keep a 'B' grade point average. My first summer as a high school graduated adult and I can't leave my parents property without going to jail. Lesson learned.
