I worried when my spirited son Kyle started coming home later each day with vague excuses. When I checked up on him, I was shocked to see Kyle getting picked up by a convoy of black SUVs. I followed them to an imposing mansion, where I uncovered a shattering truth.
I knew something was wrong. All the signs were there: the late nights, the whisper of secrets Kyle kept locked behind a wary smile.
My thirteen-year-old son was my light and my purpose. No matter what life threw our way, we always had each other. We’d always been thick as thieves, taking on the world together. I guess that’s why his sudden distance cut so deep.
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Kyle’s always been an energetic boy. If he wasn’t out playing sports or building things with his friends, he was practicing on his guitar.
But lately, he’s been staying away from home more frequently and whenever I ask where he’s been, I get a vague excuse and a “Stop being so clingy, Mom!”
We’d been through so much: his father leaving, the endless bills, my job that barely covered our modest life. But watching as the boy who’d once told me everything started shutting me out was killing me.
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But even worse than the distance were the items I uncovered while doing one of my marathon cleans, scrubbing every corner of our tiny apartment to drive away the anxiety.
Wedged in a hidden corner under Kyle’s bed, I found a collection of brand-new gadgets and a thick stack of cash wrapped in rubber bands.
My heart beat so loud it echoed in my ears.
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Kyle was a smart and resourceful kid, but there was no way he’d saved up this kind of money from lawn mowing or doing odd jobs for the neighbors.
But what could I do about it? I couldn’t confront him directly, not with the way things had been between us lately. He’d just get defensive and lie about it.
No, I’d have to be cunning instead.
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I put everything back exactly as I found it and when Kyle turned up for dinner that evening; I acted like everything was normal.
“What were you up to all afternoon?” I asked as casually as possible.
Kyle shrugged. “Played soccer.”
I nodded and watched him dig his fork into the pot roast I’d prepared. I couldn’t help but think that whatever he was hiding from me was dangerous.
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The next day, I couldn’t help myself. I parked down the street from his school, watching the kids pour out of the doors, laughing, shouting, and carefree. Then my breath hitched.
A convoy of sleek black SUVs pulled up, their tinted windows gleaming in the sunlight. Kyle strode through the school entrance as though he’d been waiting and marched over to the SUVs.
He slid into the middle car like he’d done it a hundred times before.
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I gripped the steering wheel, my heart pounding. Before I could think it through, I started following them, carefully keeping my distance.
We drove out past the town’s edge, where the small homes turned into estates and wealth dripped off every marble pillar. The SUVs turned into the entrance gates of a sprawling mansion, the kind you see in magazines, the kind that felt like an entirely different world from ours.
I stepped on the gas and managed to race through behind them, mere seconds before the gates shut.
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I wasn’t sure what I’d do now, but I knew I hadn’t come this far to leave without answers.
So, I marched up to the front door and pressed the intercom button. Moments later, a woman appeared. She was elegant and impeccably dressed, with a sharp gaze that sliced right through me.
“Yes?” she said, her voice cold. “What are you doing here, and how did you get in?”
“All you need to know is that I’m here for my son, Kyle,” I said.
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She looked me up and down, and I felt like a smudge in her perfect world. “You’re Kyle’s… mother?”
“That’s right. Now, where is he?”
She gave a thin, mocking smile. “Kyle is otherwise engaged. This isn’t a place for people like you. You need to leave.”
My cheeks flushed with anger. “Look, lady, I don’t care what you think. I’m not leaving until I see my son.”
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Just then, Kyle appeared in the doorway, his face a mixture of guilt and surprise.
“Mom?” he asked, glancing between us. “Ms. Anderson, please let her in.”
The woman sighed, clearly annoyed. “Fine. Come in if you must.”
Inside, everything was cold and vast. There were marble floors that echoed with every step and all the rooms I passed seemed designed for display, not comfort.
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My heart was pounding. And then I saw the man standing by the fireplace, watching me with a casual, calculating gaze that sent a chill down my spine.
I stopped dead, staring at him. He was older, but there was no mistaking the line of his jaw, and the way he held himself.
It was Kyle’s father. The man who’d walked out of my life before Kyle was even born, leaving me to scrape together a life for us on my own.
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He gave me a small nod. “Miranda,” he said as if he were greeting an old friend.
“What… What is this?” My voice cracked, but I wouldn’t let him see the weakness.
He looked at Kyle, his expression softening slightly. “I’ve been looking for him since I started making serious money, and only recently found you both. Now, I want to make things right.”
“Right?” I spat, barely containing the rage simmering inside me.
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“After thirteen years of nothing, you think you can waltz back in and fix everything with a few gifts?”
He raised a brow, unbothered. “You’ve done your best, I’m sure. But look around, Miranda.” His gesture took in the grandeur, the wealth. “I can offer him a life of stability, filled with opportunities. Not… whatever you have.”
I felt the ground tilt beneath me. He couldn’t be serious. “You… you want to take my son from me?”
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He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m pretty sure I’ll win the custody battle, too. After all, I have the means and the resources to do right by the boy now. I’m sure they’ll recognize the fact that Kyle would be better off with me.”
The room spun, and I clutched the edge of a nearby table, my nails digging into the polished wood. I couldn’t lose Kyle — not to this man who saw him as nothing more than an extension of his wealth, a trophy to parade around.
But before I could find the words, Kyle stepped forward.
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His voice was low but filled with defiance. “You think I want to live here? With you?” His face was pale, eyes blazing. “I went along with this arrangement because you kept throwing cash and stuff at me. Phones, money — anything I could get my hands on.”
He pointed at his father, his words sharp. “But I was always planning to sell it all. Every last gift and bribe. I just hadn’t figured out how to get the money to Mom without making her suspicious. I took those things so I could help Mom with her bills and make things a little easier for her.”
His father’s face froze, his confident expression faltering.
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Kyle looked him dead in the eyes, his voice unwavering. “You’re nothing to me. All the money in the world won’t make me forget that you left us. You’re a stranger, and if you’re going to try to take me away from Mom, then I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Pride swelled in my chest, mixing with a fierce relief. I reached out, pulling Kyle to me, feeling his steady heartbeat against mine. I looked at his father, not bothering to hide the anger in my eyes. “Stay away from us.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I led Kyle out, each step feeling like a victory.
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The next morning, we tried to settle back into the quiet of our life, but the events of the previous day still weighed heavily on us.
When a knock sounded at our door, it startled us both. I opened it to find a man in a crisp suit, holding a bag. He handed it over without a word, disappearing before I could ask any questions.
Inside the bag was a staggering amount of crisp hundred-dollar bills, the kind of money I’d only ever seen in movies.
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There was a note tucked in among the cash, scrawled in a familiar, rushed hand: “Forgive me. I just wanted to make things right.”
Kyle looked at the money, then at me, his face hardening. “We don’t need his money, Mom. We have each other.”
I reached for his hand, squeezing it. “I know, sweetheart. But maybe we could use this to finally catch our breath. To have a real chance at a fresh start.”
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We sat there, side by side, letting the weight of that decision settle. Whatever we chose, we’d do it together. Because in the end, it wasn’t the money or the mansion or even his father’s shadow that defined our life. It was us, standing together, no matter what came next.
Former teen idol Leif Garrett’s life took a horrible downward spiral
To me, it feels like teenage heartthrob Leif Garrett does not get enough credit as an artist and performer. He deserved so much more!
Throughout his career, the former teen idol experienced extreme highs and lows, but the highs he sought through drug addiction, which he used as a crutch, resulted in him sinking his career…
Before you see him today, at 62, it might be good to hold your breath…
What a babe he was….. Leif Garrett started as a child actor, and in the 1970s, he set the hearts of young women to fluttering when he became a musician.
My mom told me that when she went to the grocery store with her parents, she could see Leif’s face on all of the teen magazine covers at the checkout lanes.
The American singer-actor, born in Hollywood, California, was 5 years old when he first appeared in the movie Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice in 1969, which became the sixth highest-grossing film of the year.
Following that role, the sleepy-eyed, flaxen-haired heartthrob featured in the film Walking Tall, along with its two sequels. In 1983 he joined a number of fellow teen heartthrobs, including Matt Dillon, C. Thomas Howell, Patrick Swayze and Tom Cruise, in Francis Ford Coppola’s The Outsiders.
Some might also recognize him from his performances in TV series, like Family, The Odd Couple (1974), Wonder Woman (1978) and CHiPs (1979).
In 1977, he released his first album Leif Garret, and fans went wild when he performed covers of popular songs like The Wanderer (Dion), Surfin’ USA (The Beach Boys) and Paul Anka’s Put Your Head on My Shoulder.
Garrett was on top of the world. The blond, shaggy-haired singer toured worldwide, and his fans (mostly young girls) went crazy as soon as they saw him.
”I was on a public appearance tour in Sydney, Australia, and they had to fly me in by helicopter and then I jumped into an armored car and drove into the theater by back door. I’ve tried using a lim there before, but the fans almost tipped it over. I guess it’s an adrenalin push for them. They just freak out. It’s very weird,” Garrett told New York Daily News in 1979.
But even though his music was close to topping the charts, he struggled with management that made him feel like a “fraud.” The crossover to adulthood was also a challenge for Garrett.
“I think I was a good performer from the get-go but I wish they had offered me singing lessons before ever making a record and doing the typical punching in a sentence here or there or words or whatever,” Garret said in an interview.
“There’s a particular track (I Was Looking for Someone to Love) that doesn’t even sound like me at all. I would even possibly say I wasn’t even on that track. And to me, that IS fraud. That’s like a Milli Vanilli situation, the difference being, of course, mine was blended many times with myself and somebody else.”
Garrett’s career started to go downhill in 1979 when, drunk and drugged, he crashed a car and sent it tumbling down a hillside in North Hollywood, leaving his then-close friend Ronald Winkler a paraplegic.
But that wasn’t enough for Garret, whose life continued its negative spiral.
In 1980, a time he describes in his book as “the apex of pinup fame,” Garret revelled in sex, drugs and rock and roll with the legendary frontman of Queen, Freddie Mercury, who was at the time recording the hugely successful album The Game, which featured the hits “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” and “Another One Bites the Dust.” Garrett said he became friends with the band, who showed him a real rock star life with girls and drugs.
In an interview with Fox for the release of his memoir, Idol Truth, Garrett said:“I don’t think I was a very mature 16-year-old. I became mature very quickly because I was always surrounded by adults who were drinking and doing coke. I was a child, but being treated as an adult… And all of this was coming out of my pocket.”
He continued: “You know, I probably have the greatest fan base that I could ever imagine for myself. They have stuck with me through thick and thin. And as you know, I’ve gotten myself in plenty of bad situations. There was a lot of bad decision-making. But at the same time, I didn’t have the parental guidance that I should have at that time.”
Garret’s tally of charges is extensive. He dropped out of rehab and had numerous run-ins with the police, including whilst trying to buy drugs from undercover cops and trying to hide heroin in his shoe.
Despite making very effort at clawing his way back to the top, Garrett ultimately returned to his old habits. Because of his laughable experiences with the law, Garrett was selected to provide commentary on the comedy show World’s Dumbest, which chronicles the “most amazingly stupid” criminals.
The show also used other celebrities known for personal misadventures, like Todd Bridges, Tonya Harding, Gary Busey and Danny Bonaduce.
Then Garrett landed a starring role on VH1’s Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew, a show he did not want to appear on. Garrett accused the show of having him relapse for drama, a claim emphatically denied by VH1.
In an interview the LA Times, Garrett said: “They asked to get some footage of me using, and I said, ‘I haven’t been using. They said, ‘We really have to get footage of you using.’ Anyway, I was easily talked into showing them.”
When a counselor with the production called him out, suggesting he was still using, Garrett walked off the show saying: “This is insanity and quite honestly I don’t appreciate it.”
Fortunately, Leif Garrett is sober today.
”I had a 90-day sentence in county jail. I was in court-ordered rehab before that, and then my mom visited and told me she had stage IV lung cancer. I said, ‘I’m leaving to take care of her—nobody lives with her.’ So dealing with that, I started using again. So it was like, ‘Cuff him, bring him in,’ and I did the 90 days, and that was it,” he says.
According to the former teen idol, he’s still very grateful for all his fans.
”I’ve kept every photo or letter that a young lady sent, telling me about being on their walls and kissing me good night before they went to bed,” Garrett told Closer. “It’s very surreal and a bit embarrassing, but how flattering! I can’t thank [my fans] enough, because I’m still able to do something I enjoy and get paid for it.”
We’re rallying behind Leif’s recovery and hope he can enjoy his life now!
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