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Adventures with Belle

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The Random People Who Knock on My Door in the Middle of the Night

So It's like 1-ish and I'm getting ready for bed feeling all proud that I'm going to bed at a decent time for the weekend. But then I hear someone walking outside.

WERE THE DIRT THIEVES BACK?

It would suck for them if they were because between the 30 MPH gusts and torrential rain it's a pretty lousy night to be out. On the other hand maybe it's those creepy black-eyed kids coming to steal my SOUL. Or some drunk guy.... ewwwwww

Then the steps stop and I'm like catastrophe averted, right? WRONG

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Because someone starts knocking on my door! I run around trying to find the stupid cordless and have it dialed to 911 before I even THINK about turning on any lights. If some drunk asshole is going to start screaming at me or trying to steal my soul, at least I'll have a 911 recording to prove it!

But I can't find the phone and the knocking gets louder to the point that BOTH cats hide and I don't want anyone waking up my poor sweet innocent grandma. So, I turn on the lights and look through the peephole figuring I can always call 911 on my cellphone.

The wind gusts up again making the power flicker then dim. And I'm just like...

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The power comes back up and there's some super pale boy shivering on my front porch. There was no blood or black eyes so, like, not the WORST case situation yet.

I'm like "hey can I help you? what's up?"

He comes back with "I'm 15 and trying to get home and I left my friend's house and I'm just really scared and don't know what to do. Can you help me?"

At this point I'm p sure it's not a trap so I go find the cordless phone and I feel SUPER bad because I'm leaving this poor shivering kid out in the weather after his shitty friends kicked him out or something. I hand him out the phone and he has a hard time dialing the number. And what happens? The STUPID FREAKING PHONE DIES.

So I let him come in the house to use the corded phone and OMG. This kid smells so strongly of alcohol. Like I'm allergic to it to the point where the smell of it makes me sick and a mild headache and I'm getting stomach cramps and ready to throw up. No wonder this kid is wandering around lost and can't dial a number.

I have to dial the phone for him and then he has no idea where he is so I have to give his poor brother directions. And it's SOOOOOOOOOOOO awkward.

Like "yeah I have your drunk teen brother in my possession but don't worry because I have no idea who he is. so sorry for the inconvenience."

The brother is like yeah I'll come get him rn. I'm like greaaaaaaat and let the kid sit on the couch hoping he doesn't have an accident or pass out from alcohol poisoning or God knows what else. The kid actually falls asleep which only amplifies the alcohol poisoning concerns.

He doesn't wake up when the phone rings saying the brother is there or when I shake him OR when his brother comes in. So, the brother starts yelling and pushing the kid around and I'm just like "I see your brother is having a hard time but if you could not wake up my grandma that would be great?" The brother basically has to DRAG this kid out of my house. But he does say thank you so it's a win?

VERY DISTRESSING to say the least! And, like, should I have called the police instead? Did I do the right thing? That kid did NOT seem like he had so manyextra brain cells that he could afford to stunt his brain's growth. But his brother also seemed super pissed so revenge will probably be imminent for the kid?

I just really hate situations like this because you try to do your best but then is it REALLY your best? Was it really the best thing for the kid? Was it just best to not get involved and let his family deal with it?

I guess one good thing was that it didn't end up being an urban legend brought to life OR a gross drunk guy. It was the super awkward combination of both~

Adventures with Belle

Adventures with Belle
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