Page 24 of I'm So Mega
Back To The Present. . .
After the incident at the school, I was booked for aggravated assault. The video of how Mr. Cook treated the kids was sent to the media so they could run the story of me beating his ass with all the details. The school district naturally fired him. He decided to sue me, which was cool. Unfortunately, he had a drug problem that no one knew about and overdosed on fentanyl before we could ever go to court. May his death be forgotten.My bad, Big G. That was not of You.
“Um, your sons were the aggressors from our investigation. The little boy that they beat up was in a grade above them.” The principal knew that answer wouldn’t be acceptable. Not sure why her ass thought it would be.
I leaned back in my seat. “Tell me exactly what that investigation entailed, because something isn’t adding up to me. When I use my smart person logic, it tells me that there is something off about my sons, who have been completely non-violent, attacking a kid that was older than them. Let me ask, is the boy black or white?”
“Mr. Manfield, I don’t think that’s important.” Mrs. Carson was clearly uneasy. “I think?—”
I leaned onto the table. “Was the child black or white? That is important to me.”
In a mumbled, she said, “The boy was Caucasian.”
“That’s what the hell I thought.” I stood on my feet, walked to the door, then opened it. “Boys, come in here.”
I wanted to hear what my boys had to say, not rely on a biased investigation. I knew my boys, and they were a lot of things. Bullies were not one of them. If, and that was a big if, my sons were aggressors in a situation, it was because they had no other choice. Since Matthew and Joseph had been four years old, they were taught to protect each other and their family. It wasn’t a mindset either.
It might seem crazy as hell, but my eight-year-old sons and twelve-year-old daughter knew how to handle firearms. The world was crazy, and I wanted my family to be prepared. My boys came into the room and took a seat. “Tell me what’s going on. You both know how I feel about lying.”
Joseph side-eyed his brother which told me whatever this was, Matthew was the main focus of it. “Um, Justin has been messing with Matthew for a long time. When he tells the teacher, she doesn’t do anything.”
I turned to the principal. “Get on your little intercom and call Mrs. Zeppid in here now. Mrs. Carson, did Matthew’s teacher ever report my son being bullied?”
Her face was red. That was all the answer that I needed. “Mr. Manfield, I think we can handle this without Mrs. Zeppid.”
Ruth stood. “See, now you’re playing games with my kids’ safety. That won’t work for me. If you don’t want to get her, then I will.”
Mrs. Carson tried to stop her, but she was out of the conference room and out of the office in a flash. I sat back in my seat. “We’ll wait.”
Less than ten minutes later, Ruth came back into the conference room with Mrs. Zeppid on her heels. “Mr. Manfield, how are you?”
I didn’t have a chance to respond before Ruth had questions of her own. “Mrs. Zeppid, did my son tell you that Justin had been bullying him?” Ruth still stood. “Don’t be timid now. You were all too ready to tell us that our sons switched places.”
She cleared her throat. “He mentioned it, but Justin is in the second grade. I couldn’t understand how that could happen.”
Ruth laughed. “Are you dumb? Do they share a lunch, recess, or anything?” She held her hand up. “Don’t answer that. If a child tells you that he or she is getting bullied, you’re supposed to take it seriously to avoid things like this.”
I sat at the table and watched Ruth give this woman the riot act. The entire time I had to give my dick a prep talk to not get hard. That was nearly impossible.
“Wait,” I interrupted Ruth. “Matthew, Joseph, was that the reason you two switched places?” It all made sense now.
They both nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I told Matthew that I would handle him. Today at lunch, I saw him trip Matthew in the lunch line. I ran over and punched him in the face.”
I told the boys to go back to the office. They left quickly. “Something tells me that Matthew told you that he was getting bullied before you two imbeciles and the other one accused my sons of switching places to cheat.”
“I know one thing, that Justin fucka better be suspended, too, or it’s going to get real uncomfortable around this school. I will become the classroom mom,” Ruth professed. She took a step toward Mrs. Zeppid. “Trust me, I got the damn time.”
Welp, dick, have your way. Ruth used a hard cuss word or two probably once every quarter. I hated this part of my walk with Big G, and I knew it was wrong, but when Ruth sinned, it turned me on. Yeah, that was crazy, and I needed to be delivered from it.
Mrs. Carson stood. “This will be taken care of, Mr. and Mrs. Manfield. I apologize for the bullying situation. I promise, it will be taken care of.”
Yeah, it would. Ruth and I gathered our children and left the school. Did I want my sons to be violent? Not really, but Goldie Manfield Dawson taught me something particularly important in life. Violence was not the answer, but sometimes, it needed to be a part of the conversation to get to the solution.
A Very Short Time Later. . .
“Ruth, drop your back. I’m not going to tell you again.” I smacked her ass.
I had her bent over the chaise in our bedroom. She came out of the shower in a towel, and I was called to the pussy. I never ignore that kind of call.
