Page 17 of I’m So Mega

In that time, we watched this man taunt my child in front of his classmates.

The children knew that it was wrong because they consoled Joseph every chance they got.

The security guard at the school was a family friend, so he didn’t think twice about letting Ned, TJ, and me in.

We all made sure that we weren’t armed. If I was, I would pop this dude.

All the attention turned to me when I walked into the classroom. “Daddy!” Joseph jumped from his seat and ran to me.

I grabbed him into my arms and gave him a tight hug. I felt his tears wet the shoulder of my shirt. “I got you, man. I told you that I got you.” I handed him off to Ned. “Go with your Uncle Ned.”

I waited for Ned to leave the room with Joseph. Mr. Cook walked over to me. “Mr. Manfield, this is a surprise. How can I help you?”

“Mr. Cook, I think it would be in the best interest for us to have this conversation out of the eyes of your students.” My voice was low. “Is there somewhere that we can talk, or can you call someone to get your kids?”

There were about fifteen other kids in the classroom.

He nodded with concern, but he told the children to form a line.

It took him a few minutes to move the children out of the classroom.

Not sure where he took them, and I wasn’t sure that I cared.

I chuckled when he walked back in because he was more confident than when he left. He must have given himself a pep talk.

There was an area in his class where he could have conferences with parents. Once he, TJ, and I were settled, he spoke. “Mr. Manfield, how can I help you?”

TJ handed me the tablet. I flipped it over to queue up the video. “Mr. Cook, I want you to take a look at this video. Just press the play button.”

He took the tablet into his hands. I saw the perplexed expression on his face when he noticed the setting of the video. He pressed the play button. The only thing that could be heard in the room was what was said on the recording. He was speechless.

“Do you have anything to say for yourself and your treatment of not only my son but the other children as well? It seems like you targeted my son though.” My demeanor was real cool, but inside, I was prepared to pounce.

Yeah, fuck all this. “You know what? I don’t think I care about what you have to say. ”

I extended my hand to have him give me back my tablet.

He placed it in my hand, and I passed it to TJ.

The second my hands were free, I was up, and a punch was delivered to Mr. Cook’s face.

The sound of his nose cracking satisfied me.

I made sure I delivered several blows to his head.

Yeah, I wanted to gift him with brain damage so his ass wouldn’t have the ability to teach kids anymore.

“Mega! Mega!” I felt TJ arm pull me back. “He’s done, bro.”

I must have blacked out, because this man was on the floor almost dead.

Seconds later, a few people came into the room screaming all the oh my Gods and stuff.

If I were a normal person, I would probably be shocked at my actions too.

I casually walked over to his desk to use the disinfectant wipes to clean the blood off my hands.

After my hands were clean, I sat back in the seat in the parents’ conference area and waited.

I knew that Ned had already left with Joseph as we planned.

Less than ten minutes later, the police came in. Officer Durham stopped his footsteps to assess the scene. I knew he would have to arrest me, but I wouldn’t worry since he was on Nedrick Senior and Junior’s payroll. “Mega, man, I got to take you in.”

That was cool. I was ready for whatever came with this. My children were off limits.

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.

She dropped her back before she started to make her ass clap against my pelvis.

I had a foot on the chaise and a bend in my knee of the leg connected to the foot on the floor.

I stared at the tattoo on the small of her back.

I let out a light titter. Mega Time. This tattoo was the very reason that I didn’t want my wife drinking and doing edibles when she was with her little girl group that I called the Misfits. She always did some crazy stuff.

“Mega, right there. I’m about to cum, cum!” Ruth yelled louder than she should have. I was convinced that she wanted to traumatize our children or have them ask us why their mommy prayed so loud.