Shortly there after mom found a rest area there we stopped. I left the car as stiff legged ass the rest and went to the side so I was out of the way for there anger.
– Lennart come here. Mom shouted so I went over to there she was standing next to the cars trunk. She had taken out a ten litre water can and was vetting a cloth.
– Take of your clothes. I starred at her. I couldnt take of my clothes not here in front everybody, besides I had no change of clothes so her order to undress made no sense.
– Im sorry mom. Was all I could think of to say.
– Sorry! I know why you did it, you fought you could force me to let you go on a sailing trip with Peter and his alcoholic father ¦
– Peters father isnt a alcoholic, its a vicious lie ¦
– Dont you dare talk back to me! Moms eyes became even more narrow, a bad sign, a really bad sign, so I shut my mouth and starred at the ground in front of me. Moms hand hit me full force on the head.
– Didnt you hear me, I said take your clothes of. NOW! I started undo my belt under the expectant stare of the twins. Tears started to roll down my cheeks.
– Please mom. I cant do it then all are looking and I dont have anything else to put on until we have bought new clothes ¦ Moms response was an other hard slap. So I had to do as I was told. Mom took my filthy jeans and throws them into a nearby trashcan after having taken of the belt and empted the pockets, my t-shirt went the same way as did my trainers and underwear. I was so shocked I just stood there starring not knowing what to do but to try and cover my nakedness. The hysteric giggle of the twins broke my paralysation. I tried to fish out my clothes but was stopped by mom who handed me a wet cloth.
– Clean your self.
– My clothes. Mom, you throw away my only clothes.
– They were dirty and smelly.
– But I dont have anything else, I never got to pack. I was in a complete state of panic by now.
– We have to find you something else, dont we. Was moms rhetoric answer.
– But .. but there isnt any until we have shopped new ones.
– Get your self clean. Mom threw the washcloth in my face. Half catatonic I did as I was told, while mumbling how sorry I was.
– Not even half as sorry as you will become if we miss the ferry because of your dallying. Look at you Im ashamed calling you my son.
