The Return Of His Ex Wife Chapter 8: Principal’s Office

Tara's POV

I was still shocked after getting that call from Richard's school. My baby was such a gentle sweet boy. He would never hit another kid!

"I want you to relax, miss Aniston." The man before , the principal of the school said. "I would never call you here if I didn't care about Richard."

"I tell my kids' parents my story because I need them to know my motive for their kids. I own this school, but I decided I wanted to get closer to these children because I love kids. My wife and I have been trying for eight years now. I only hope one day, our prayers will be answered."

I was trying so hard to listen to this man's story, but I just couldn't! Richard had just moved to this school, and he was causing trouble?

I brought myself back to reality and realized the man was still talking. "I'm sorry to hear about your wife." I simply said. There was a blank stare from the man.

"Ma'am, my wife is still very much alive. Did you hear my question?" He asked.

I blinked. "I'm so sorry, I'm just a little taken aback." I quickly apologized.

"I understand. My question was, do you have any thoughts as to what might trigger Richard's actions?" He said calmly.

I was thinking but it didn't take long to figure out my answer. I sighed, putting my hands over my face to hide my sha. "I'm sorry but, I got a divorce from Richard's father while I was pregnant. He um, he has never t his dad. I think that's why."

The principal nodded as if he had dealt with cases like that. "I understand. I was afraid that might be the cause. But it isn't sothing we can't fix."

"I can't." I said in defense, shaking my head at the thought of going back to Derek. "We are divorced, I can't go back to him."

"Sooner or later, Richard will have to et his dad. Do you know why he punched that kid today?" He asked and I shook my head. "He said Richard's dad doesn't exist, that he was only imagining. Richard punched him, crying that he has a dad and it wasn't an imaginary thought."

"It was fear that made him react that way. Fear that maybe he might never et his dad, and maybe it would be an imagination forever." The principal explained and I could only nod my head in agreent.

"We could distract him." He proposed.

"How?" I quickly asked. Any idea was welcod. I needed to help my son! Would he be asked to get treatnt? Maybe I'd have to make an appointnt with a therapist??

"Get him a friend." The man said so easily that I rolled my eyes.

"Getting him a friend isn't as easy as you might think. That is all I've ever wanted. But Richard, he's uh...he's so matured that he doesn't relate with his peers. He says they're too little to understand him." I tried to explain hoping I wasn't sounding like a bad mother.

"He'll make friends soon. But for now, do you have any siblings, family? Friends? He shouldn't be just around you alone. He needs the company of others too."

I wasn't liking this idea. Why does it have to be hard to raise him alone? It shouldn't be impossible! My step brothers were all crazy, and their wives? Even crazier! The last ti I had tried for us to spend Christmas together, it ended up being a disaster. No matter what I did, I would always remain the bastard of the family.

I feel so terrible right now. Ella was the only one Richard also liked, apart from and my dad. But Ella...we had a clash a couple of months ago. And I have a huge pride. "Damn it, you're so stupid, Tara!"

"Ma'am?" The principal called. "Richard could grow more violent if we don't act quick. You should consider my advice."

I was nodding my head again. "Yes sir. I understand." I bit my lips in frustration. Why was this happening right now? This was one of the few monts when I really missed my mother.

We stepped outside as I was on my way to pick up Richard. He was asked to stay ho and resu next week, after I apologized to the victim's mother, because that was what the principal believed the kid Richard punched was. Next ti he shouldn't go around spewing bad words to poor kids like my baby...

The sight before made stand still like a statue. Then anger boiled up inside of and I knew I was about to embarrass this particular soone today.

He had jet black hair and held on a sinister smile. The tattoo on his neck was visible from his tuxedo...who the hell wore a tux on a casual afternoon like that in a kid's school! He was seated next to Richard on the bench, saying so probably bad things to my poor son.

Green eyes like eralds glinted as he continued to talk that made Richard laugh even more...!

Richard was laughing? That sudden realization hit hard, and suddenly this fallen angel guy beside my son didn't seem to shock again. Instead, my gaze fell on my baby, laughing like never before.

I'd barely seen him happy like that. He didn't look all sad and quiet like he mostly was. He looked happy! But who was this guy over with him? And what could they be talking about!

The principal caught my bewildernt and said to . "This is an example of the type of bond he needs. He barely smiles in school but look at him laughing!"

Tiny goosebumps tickled my skin and my eyes looked all teary from the scene.

I heard the principal's voice again. "Ma'am, let introduce you to my brother, Arlo."