Every parent dreads those late night knocks on the door. Of course in my household, at least for the past year, there have been so many people in and out that my house is more like Grand Central Station, but back to the story…
Last night at 2 a.m. the door bell chimed. We were up. Teddy watching some sort of antiques show. I was reading. 13 year old Clara was hooked into the electronic world of teens, Skyping some kids who should have been in bed. It was an uneventful night at the Vampire family home. 16 year old Garrett was up at my brother’s cabin with his cousin Laurel (21 year old Stanford student and responsible) and her friends.
The door bell chimed. Teddy and I answered. There before us stood a huge young Vampire. Not huge as in fat, but huge as in 6”4’ with massive shoulders, not to mention a grim look on his face that would Hell over if he had a chance. “We brought Garrett home.”
Behind stood my niece with her arm wrapped around Garrett’s waist. My son looked like death warmed over.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Aunt Juliette,” my niece began to chant over and over.
The large young friend and Laurel moved Garrett inside and to the couch in the living room. I went to my son who was mostly asleep and holding his head.
“I’m John Hawk”, said the giant young Vampire. I recognized the family name. “Garrett ingested blood contaminated with opiates and alcohol. That was on top of drinking alcohol. He had a bad reaction.”
“We brought him home right away. I’m so sorry.” It was Laurel again looking like she was going to cry.
“What happened?” Teddy asked looking about as grim as a Vampire or a parent could look.
“I don’t know. I heard some noise and went into the loft of the cabin. There he was on the bed with three girls, regular humans, no Vampires. They were all over him like the brides of Dracula. He’d been feeding on at least one of them. She’d take codeine for a broken wrist. They were all drinking.”
“They were naked and all over him. He had his jeans on. I don’t know if anything happened but he was out of it by the time I got there.”
“And they call us predators.” Teddy said it under his breath but I know he wanted to yell.
We got Garrett up to his bed. Next we talked with Laurel and her friend John. It was innocent enough. Laurel failed to mention there would be a house full of horny young college girls. Garrett and Laurel had begged us to let Garrett go along. Bad choice as parents. Bad choice for Garrett.
It was something that young people do – they make bad choices.
After Laurel and John left I talked with Teddy. We wondered what these girls had done with Garrett. Had our careful romantic son lost his virginity so a bunch of party animals? Had he exposed himself to discovery? There were a million things. More than anything it just made us sad.
Then there was Clara. She’d heard everything. I know 13 year old girls are more grown up now than they used to be but for her to see her brother like that was awful. Would she respect him? Would she think it was funny? Would she be upset for days, months or years about this?
What she said to me later was that John was really good looking and that Garrett was an idiot, but she was glad he didn’t have sex with any of those girls.
I called my brother Aaron who listened quietly as I told him that I thought there would be responsible adults at the cabin. Of course Aaron had no idea there would be a party of students, 8 regular humans with only two young Vampires and no older adults (as in parents).
I don’t even know where the moral of this story is except, make sure you know exactly who you teens are going to be with when they leave home. They are still teens – as in still kids. As in your children. No matter how grown up they seem, they are still not adults.
No matter how miserable you make them, they still need to be monitored. Not sheltered or over protected but monitored and guided.
More than anything just listen to them and love them.
Garrett is doing fine now and feeling stupid and guilty (mostly thanks to his 13 year old sister telling him how upset mom and dad are). Garrett and his dad had a long conversation about women. No need to go into details there.
So again, watch, live, learn and love. And protect. Teens are not adults even if they think they are. They still need us. They’ll always need us.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman