Chapter 035
ASHER
"I'm sorry," I grumbled. "I didn't-"
He made an impatient gesture. "Now is not the time for apologies. What we have to do is recify your mistake right now. Hannah and that principal of yours will be the scapegoats we will use to show everyone how powerful we are. I made sure that stupid man was appointed and yet, he had the guts to disrespect you.Take guards to the principal's house and bring him here. Do it now."
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I beckoned the guard foward. I could hear voices coming from inside the house. I felt a smile curve my lips. Good. The asshole was home with one or two people who were going to witness what was going to happen. Even better. My job for today was going to be easy.
I told him he would regret his decision. Well, today was exactly the day I was tallking about.
"Kick this shit open," I said to the guard and pointed at the door.
In a few seconds, he had kicked the door open and they all barged into the house. I strolled along behind them. The principal and his family were all at the dining table, frozen in attitudes of shock. The principal's two brats let out a squeal as the guards got closer and hugged their mother tightly.
"What is the meaning of this?" the principal demanded. “What are you doing in my home? Why are you terrifying my kids?"
He was trying to act tough but I could see he was terrified. My grin got wider. This was getting better and better.
"What is going on here, Asher?" he asked. His eyes drifted to the guards but then fastened on me.
"You don't act so tough when you're not sitting beside your big desk at school, huh?"
His tone became placating. "I don't understand you. If this is about school stuff, we can talk during school hours in my office."
"Your office?" I laughed. "Get up and come with me now."
He swallowed convulsively. "Whatever it is, we can discuss it later. I- I can't come with you now. It's my daughter's birthday today." He gestured to the table. "We were celebrating it before you barged in."
I walked closer and did see there was a lot more food on the table than a family of four could possibly eat. In the center of the table was a cake covered in pink frosting with a big white 4 sticking out of the middle of it.
"Tell that to someone who cares, Principal ‘Big Guy’. You're coming with me right now."
"But-"
"And what the hell are you three standing around waiting for?" I roared at the guards who were standing behind me. "Grab him and let's get out of this dump."
"No. No. Please." Matt, hands thrown out in front of him, tried to back away but the guards were fast. They grabbed him by the collar, lifted him out of his chair.
His dumpy wife screamed and tried to reach for her husband. So she could do something besides stare and blink? I had begun to think she was dumb or maybe retarded.
"Please," she cried. "Please stop. Whatever he did, I'm sorry... we're sorry. Let him go."
Her daughter burst into tears, and held onto her mother's dress more tightly. They all looked pathethic and if I wasn’t trying to be serious, I would have exploded into laughter.
"Leave my daddy alone!" a shrill voice cried. “Leave him!”
A chair toppled over. The principal's son climbed over it, and ran at me. Next thing I knew, the snotty brat began punching me.
"Ned. No!" his mother screamed. "Come back!"
"Ned!" Matt cried as he was being dragged away. "Stop it."
"Move your ass," growled a guard, shoving him towards the door.
As if on cue, the little girl's cries increased in pitch until it felt like my head would explode with the racket they were making. One of the boy's grimy fist, which he had dipped into heaven knows what, smeared some sticky stuff on my designer pants.
"Let my daddy go now!" shouted the kid.
"Look what you've done to my pants you little imp!"
I slapped him across the cheek. He went down and began bawling his lungs out. His mother let go of the other screaming brat, and ran foward to carry the boy which was quite fortunate for her because my boots itched to kick the kid. It would have thought him a lesson that life wasn't a damn cartoon and he was no superhero.
"Teach your brat some manners, bitch!" I yelled. “If he’s lucky, his daddy will return to him.”
I spat on the ground, walked out of the house and over to the car in which my prisoner was already stowed.
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