A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 29

I drove over to the school as fast as I could and it surprised me I didn't get pulled over by the cops for over-speeding all the way here. I guess the odds were in my favour. The one thing on my mind was Zion, my son, who had displayed violent traits, something he had never done since he was a child. I tried to think of any reason that would have led him to be so violent he'd take another kid to the school clinic. I didn't mean to cast blame, but all my mental fingers pointed at me. Perhaps I missed clues and hints on how to deal with him and this side of him. I missed the clues.

I didn't raise him in a toxic environment and I raised him to always be good. Always be kind in his affairs with others. I taught him what right and wrong were and ensured to the best of my knowledge that he followed the right path.

Maybe he was responding to the change which had taken place in the last few weeks. Not only did I almost stop picking him up from school, but I also started dating Daniel. Maybe, in my quest to find happiness in this new relationship, I had neglected my number one priority and failed woefully. This was my fault, and I had to do better.

I needed to speak to him and his class teacher as well as the boy he had hurt. I feared how badly the boy's state was and how this might scar him for life. His parents would be mad at Zion for harming their son that way. Any parent would be.

I raced into the school and made my way into the nursery department, and entered Mrs Edwin's classroom.

She saw me and her eyes showed concern, already seeing the stress and guilt on my face. I didn't hide how I felt about the whole situation. I couldn't.

"Mrs Adams, I am sorry we had to pull you out of work." She began saying, walking towards me.

I shook my head. She didn't have to be sorry. It was my responsibility as a parent to be there for my son. She had already done her job as a teacher and I appreciated it.

"It's fine. How's the other boy?"

"Gabriel is fine. The nurses said he suffered a mild concussion, but he will be fine," she assured me.

A concussion wasn't something I'd call mild no matter what, and I dreaded the answer to my next question. "What happened? I'd never known Zion to be the violent type since he was a boy. So far, everything has come as a shock to me."

My ears rang at her accusations and name-calling of my son in front of the class where pupils who were friends with Zion sat, and I couldn't take it.

I spoke up. "You need to calm down and not make conclusions when you don't know the entire story."

She turned her attention to me, the belittling look she had on her face when she spoke to the class teacher lingering. "And who the hell are you?"

"I am Zera Adams. I am Zion's mother, the student who had a fallout with your son."

Her face reddened, and if looks could kill, I'd be dead. "So you're the mother of the little monster that attacked my son?"