Season 1, Episode 2
Blame
Robby walked out of the office, frustrated to say the least. His mom finally answered her phone, and though she wasn't surprised to hear Robby was in trouble yet again, she was quick to make her way to the school to pick him up.
So now he waited for her to pull up, someone following him close behind to make sure he didn't run off. Who did his dad think he was?
Trying to tell him what to do after just up and leaving. He was caught with drugs, Johnny left his child the day he was born. The comparison wasn't close in his opinion.
He didn't feel bad for himself. Pity was something he never wanted, and was annoyed to see it showing on the principal's face once she realized the situation.
His mom wasn't much better. There was a new guy every week. At least she didn't leave.
She tried avoiding the topic any time Robby brought it up, but he wasn't stupid. He always went straight to the point, and after a few attempts at trying to change the subject, he always got his mom to admit what she was really doing.
She said it was for them. For him. So they could have a place to stay. A part of him believed it. Or maybe wanted to.
He knew she liked getting out of the house, considering how often she did it. She may not have left Robby like his dad did, but there was no doubt she had given up on him.
The first couple times he got in trouble at school were small instances, and she scolded him rather harshly. As time went on, though, he found his mother to be less condescending and more prepared for the situation.
She wasn't accepting of it, but she also didn't have enough care in her anymore to try and help him. Not that he needed it.
Still, it hurt. Robby knew good parents normally raised pretty good kids. Kids that got straight A's. Kids that didn't do drugs. Didn't drink. Didn't steal.
Kids that were the opposite of him.
He was outside now, the walk through the halls a blur. She'd be here any minute now, not saying anything but the disappointment clear on her face.
Disappointment that her day was being interrupted. Not that her child had drugs, or that he was close to getting another suspension.
She said she loved him, but he wasn't sure of it anymore. The older he got, the more he realized he was just a burden. Once he hit 18 he was out. Maybe sooner if he just ran away.
His mom would be fine, she never took notice if he was gone now.
Sometimes he blamed himself for how he turned out. Sometimes he blamed his dad. Sometime he even blamed his mom.
No matter what though, he blamed himself the most. Parents don't make a person good.
But it wouldn't hurt to have, Robby thought.
Finally, the scene he knew all too well began to play out as he saw his mom's car pull up to the school.
Here we go again...
