Chilling At The Drury Suites

When I turned 17 years old I almost got arrested for kidnapping. I had just moved back to Paducah from my one year hiatus in Florida and I came back with swag. I wore a lot of Southpole hoodies.

This girl I had known for years had just started going to my high school, we will say her name is Anna, and we clicked. It was like a Romeo and Juliet love in the sense that our parents didn’t really wanted us dating.

My friends, girlfriend and I came up with a “genius” plan. The old “I lie to my parents, you lie to yours” plan because I wanted my girlfriend and I to spend the night at a fancy hotel. We were all in this lie. Even my friend’s mom. Since she knew our parents and all of us hung out together I knew my mom would call her to check up on me and my girlfriend’s mom would call her to make sure I was there. Like I was the bad influence or something.

I asked my friend’s brother, “Chris”, if he could get us a hotel room. At the time Chingy had a song called Holidae Inn and we planned on wilding out. Unfortunately I didn’t have enough money for a Holiday Inn room so we settled for a Drury Suites room.

We had to wait for Chris to bring us the keys to the room. So we waited at Hardee’s. If you live in Paducah you know the one… by the Motel 6 (I miss that place. Another story for another day.).

Eventually we walked over to the hotel and met up with him. We were planning on just being us two for the night. When you’re in your teens all you want is sex at least that is all I wanted. But my girlfriend had other plans. She invited some of our friends over which was great (delivered sarcastically). There was a room full of teenagers with no parents to chaperone, rated R movies were burning through the screen.

I am actually surprised cops weren’t called on us. We were loud ass teens in a room by ourselves. I am surprised it didn’t turn into an orgy (also a story for another day). There was booze, balloons, cake. It was a wild time if you were diabetic. 

The entire time I just wanted them to leave. Remember, all I wanted was sex. Not often in your teens do you have an opportunity to have uninterrupted sex on a bed. It is always a car, baseball fields, or a restaurant bathroom (also another story for another day). I was a wild child.

Finally after hours of me complaining and drinking just enough for them to leave we were left… alone. Let me save you the gross details by just saying this… We were both tired and drunk so nothing happened. But what did happen was I turned my phone off and she put her phone on silent.

*Fast forward 7 hours*

We woke up to a combined 12 voicemails by my mom, her mom, and one by my friend’s mom.

The messages went a little like this…

My mom: [6:00am] (Friendly voice) George, call me back. Annie’s mom is looking for her. I know you’re with your friends.

GF’s mom: [6:02am] (Nervous voice) Jorge, have you heard from Annie? Call me back.

My mom: [6:15am] (Nervous voice) George… I’m not mad at you. Just want to clear something up. Call me as soon as you can.

GF’s mom: [6:20am] (Slightly angry voice) Jorge, tell Annie to answer her phone! She won’t answer me!

Friend’s mom: [6:30am] (Snitch voice) So Annie’s mom and your mom called me looking for you and I told them you guys were just staying at a hotel together.

FUCK!

My mom: [6:32am] (Fucking livid voice) You son of a bitch! (That’s me!) Do you not understand the problems you are getting yourself into!? Take that girl home! NOW!

GF’s mom: [6:35am] (^^same^^) Jorge! Where is my daughter?! What did you with her!? FUCKING CALL ME BACK!!

Now at this point I should have just tapped and admitted to everything. BUUUUUT it’s me, so I decided to call her mom back and try to make the situation better. 

Me: [6:45am] (Calm voice) Hey, I just got your voicemail. What is happening?

GF’s mom: DO NOT ACT STUPID! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT IS HAPPENING! Where is my daughter?

Me: With her friends. I’m with my friends. I mean yea we got a room last night but just to have a party then we all went on our separate ways.

GF’s mom: I am calling the police!

Me: Uhhh ok.

Then I called my mom.

Me: [6:50am] (Calm voice) What’s happening?

Mom: DON’T ACT STUPID! I talked to Annie’s mom and we are planning on calling the police if you don’t bring her back home!

Me: But why the police? Is she lost? Dead? In danger?

Mom: Are you not aware that you can go to jail for kidnapping?!

Me: She’s older than me!

Mom: But she’s short and looks like a child!

Me: (Very confused) Ok.

At this point, we had arranged for our friends to give us rides back home… separately. I don’t know what scared me the most that my mom was willing to call the cops on her own son or that they thought I had kidnapped or murdered my girlfriend. 

For the next month we were both grounded. I couldn’t even communicate with her outside of school. Her mom took her phone but I bought her a Pay As You Go phone. 

Sometimes I wonder if it was just a threat or if they really would have put me in jail for what happened. I think their egos were hurt that someone so “stupid” played them. I would have been the kid in juvy that was in there for a failed kidnapping of his completely participating girlfriend that he wasn’t able to have sex with. I am sure I could have fixed that while in there.