She sat facing the teacher.
‘Have you noticed any changes in your son’s behaviour lately? Any
sullenness or mood swings?’
He’s a teenager! She thought resentfully.
‘We’re slightly worried about him. He seems to show an above average
amount of aggression towards others, especially towards girls.’
What else do you expect? Boys will be boys. Her eyes flashed her anger,
but the words remained unsaid.
‘And he seems to have some fairly expensive belongings and flashy
clothing which might be better left at home. We’ve also found out that
he presses pupils for money – but always off the school grounds.’
Of course he is, she nearly snapped. Why else is my wallet always empty?
Why else do I need to keep asking my husband for money?
‘Thank you for sharing your concerns about Jason.’ She said frostily as
she rose to leave the room.
She looked out of the windscreen in stony silence on the way home, the
anger boiling up inside of her. As the front door closed behind her
Danny spat the words at her.
‘He’s just like his fucking mother.’ And the first blow knocked the
breath out of her.
