A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 30

I dragged a deep breath. "My son is not a monster. He's a sweet boy and perhaps if you had raised your son to be contented with what he had and not go after other people's stuff and turn violent when he doesn't get it, then maybe my son wouldn't have pushed him off." I was never one to condone violence for any reason, but judging from this woman's attitude, it was so hard to deal with all her craziness, especially when she was using all these horrible names on Zion. That, added to the story Loretta had told me, I cannot help but unleash on her.

She gasped and surged towards me, but I didn't back away, I would not let Mrs-my-son-is-better-than-everyone-else-and-deserves-to-be-an-asshole get her way with oppressing me.

Loretta stepped in between us and held both arms out before the brawl could take place. "You two need to stop." She yelled and the angry mother of Gabriel shoved Loretta's hands away and stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Where is my son?" she demanded.

"He's in the school clinic," Loretta answered and without waiting to be shown direction, Mrs Jones stormed out and her husband, who had been silent all the while, followed behind her.

Loretta turned to me, her eyes flickering with empathy. "I'm sorry she said that about Zion. You're right. He is a sweet boy. I will show you to Mrs Paula Wilson's office." She offered, but I shook my head, knowing something else was important. The angry parent who just left with her husband needed her help more.

"No, I can find my way. Please see to Mr and Mrs Jones and make sure they don't miss their way to the clinic. I don't want them losing their temper on the poor nurse."

Her smile came warm. "It's so considerate of you."

She spoke to the assistant teacher before leaving the room, and I also departed for Mrs Wilson's office. On getting there, I knocked on the door and received a beckon from the feminine voice on the inside to enter.

I opened and stepped into the office and I saw Zion seated on the chair facing Mrs Wilson, who was writing something in the book which was before her on the desk. He had his back turned to me, his head lowered and his arms folded across his chest. Her head lifted as soon as she saw me. She seemed to know who I was.

I apologised for the failure on my part and I apologised to Zion and promised I would do better. I asked if I could take Zion home for the rest of the day and the headmistress gave her consent.

I got his bag and lunch box from his classroom and together we made our way out of the school.

Good thing I had no homework to grade. I can dedicate my time to putting Zion through his homework. Then we would go over our moral code and dos and don'ts once again. These were essential. I had to make sure what happened today would never happen again. Then I get him ready for bed and take the opportunity to sleep early. 

All that plan flew out of my head when I approached the parking lot where my car was and before it stood Aaron Hart.