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Chapter 2 - Rayla

“Your son is violent and out of control.”

Rayla Johnson stared listlessly at the wall clock behind the principal as he droned on and on about her son, Abel.

“Yes, the school is here to help. But we cannot keep doing this at the expense of other students.” The principal seemed to be having a swell day as he chirped on.

Rayla massaged her temples, distraught about her thirteen-year-old’s situation. He kept getting into trouble. Lately, it had become a regular occurrence for her to be called into the school.

She was at work when the call from his school came in. Although it was not her first rodeo, she’d panicked. Rayla assumed someone was hurt.

Abel’s previous altercation ended with minor injuries for someone. Detentions and suspensions for some weeks were not new to Abel. Yet, she had a gnawing feeling that the new case would end differently.

Maybe it was the way the secretary’s voice had dropped when she said “serious trouble” or maybe it was because Abel’s anger issues kept getting worse by the day.

He had been closely monitored since his last altercation. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t burst out at any time. Abel was capable of tremendously hurting himself or someone else. This was slowly becoming Rayla’s greatest fear.

She had hoped that she was wrong about the severity of the issue. Her hopes were dashed the moment she saw the principal. His eyes sparkled with excitement, like a hunter that had finally caught a prey.

Now, she sat defeated as he went on describing all the incidents Abel had been involved in.

“Three weeks ago, your son threw a ball at his classmate’s face…” he paused for dramatic effect. “He broke the poor boy’s nose!”

Rayla gritted her teeth. She remembered the incident clearly. The parents of the injured boy were boorish. She’d pleaded with them to let it go but their walls had been up. It was either she paid for his nose surgery or was sued. The boy didn’t even need surgery but Rayla had to comply to avoid more consequences.

“We all assumed it was just an accident, so we let it go,” he shrugged. “Let’s not also forget about the time he furiously chased his football mate and caused the poor boy to trip and dislocate his shoulder.” Rayla flinched at this.

“I can keep reading out your son’s crimes, but what will that amount to?”

Rayla’s face contorted into a frown. “I would appreciate it if you don’t call them his ‘crimes’,” she countered without breaking a beat.

He had no right to call her son a criminal. Of course, it wasn’t news that Abel was hotheaded. She had watched him grow into the boy he became. Regardless of what most people thought of him, he was also a sweet boy. Her son’s emotions just tended to take hold of him.

The principal wiggled in his seat. Rayla’s eyes shot daggers at him. On a different day, it would have been enough to shut him up. Unfortunately, he had the winning card. His confidence was at its peak.

He cleared his throat and countered, “Miss Johnson, I’m sorry if that offends you, but that is exactly what they are.”

Rayla balled her fist. His words were sending hot lava down her veins.

“He has been causing havoc, but we can’t and won’t let this one go easily.”

Rayla had no means to defend her son’s actions. Abel had brutally beaten up three of his classmates during the lunch break.

According to the eyewitnesses, he was eating when a group of boys from his class gathered at his table. Nobody could hear what the boys were saying, but they heard laughter. While they were laughing, Abel knocked the wooden table down and went to town on them with heavy punches.

The boys were helpless as they couldn’t move away from the table or Abel’s grip. There was an opening for one of the boys when Abel turned his fury to the other two. One boy threw some punches at Abel, but he turned on him, and the boy realized his mistake. He had managed to run to the entrance of the cafeteria when his escape was cut short. Abel descended on him with great speed and threw him back to where the others were with inhuman ease.

While all this happened, everybody watched in fear and amazement. It took the football coach and an 11th-grader to stop him. At that point, the boys had already sustained severe injuries.

Rayla’s head spun. How did it come to this? Her son hurting his classmates? What could she possibly say to that?

Hot tears stung her eyes. She sniffed. Crying would not solve this problem. She had to be strong for her son. Although, he had been wrong to beat those boys up, she knew he had his reasons.

“He hurt those boys, Miss Johnson.” The principal’s voice interrupted her inner turmoil.

He clasped his hands and leaned in close to her. “Miss Johnson, let me be honest.”

She could hear the contempt in his voice when he called her name.

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