Neglected Debbie would do whatever it takes to help her son. Especially if she enjoys it.
I knew it was a dumb idea, but I was desperate. I had enough of my sweet baby boy coming home covered in scrapes. Timmy refused to tell me what’s wrong, but it didn’t take a detective to figure it out. He’d climb into his car, hugging his schoolbag and on more than one occasion, I caught that local troublemaker, Aaron, grinning at us with his buddies.
It was obvious Timmy was getting bullied and wasn’t standing up for himself. I knew I had to be supportive, because of my boy wasn’t going to do anything. It was on me, his mother, to take charge.
A tinge of shame coursed through me as I thought about Timmy getting railed on. Bullies are a part of life, as cruel as it is. Why didn’t he even try to stick up for himself? He’s eighteen years old! An adult.
I couldn’t hold back the anger and I pulled on the door handle.
“Mum, what are you doing?”
I smiled at my son. “I’m just going to go have a chat with those lads over there.”
“Mum, just leave it be.”
I was already out of the car. “It’ll only take a second.”
They watched as I walked toward them. I knew the hyena gaze — giving my body the once over and…
