Never Expected (a Chandler Riggs/Grayson Riggs fanfic)

Meeting My Son's Bullies

"You're Kaden's father?" Jared asked.
"Yes I am."
"We heard about what happened to your son and daughter. We just want to say that we're sorry for your loss." Ryan stated.
"Thank you."
"Now, why do you want to talk to us about your son?" Jake wondered.
"Because, I want to know why you three were bullying him."
"You should already know why." Jared declared.
"Actually I don't. Unless you're being bullied at home. It's either that or you three are just real jerks."
"Yeah, we are being bullied at home and as much as we would like to talk about it to someone...we're too scared to, because our fathers threatened to kill us if we did." Ryan exclaimed.
"I am so sorry to hear that. Look, I know that your dads threatened to kill you, but you could've talked to Kaden. He's...was a very understanding kid and he would've been able to help you. He would've listened and the four of you would've been great friends, but instead you bullied him. You beat him, you hurt his feelings, you embarrassed him and to be honest he wanted to kill himself because of all of that."
"S-s-sorry." Jared declared.
"It's fine. I just wish that you would've talked to him."
"Yeah, we should've and we're sorry that we didn't." Jake stated.
"Thanks and I'm sure that he forgives you as well."
"We hope so. I hope that if he ever comes back from the dead, we'll be sure to talk to him and befriend him."
"I wish that he could come back. I miss him..." I exclaimed.
"We can tell, because you're practically crying."
"Sorry. It's just that..."
"You wish that you could've saved them don't you?" Jake stated.
"Yes...yes I do. Mind if I ask you three your names?"
"I'm Ryan."
"Jake."
"Jared."
"I'm Daniel."
"Nice to meet you."
We all shook hands and continued on with our conversation.
"Do you want to know what we said and did to your son."
"Yeah, why not and I promise I won't get mad."
"Well, one of the many things we said to him was..."Well, look who has finally returned. You should've stayed home. No one even wants you here. So go on get lost and don't come back. You pathetic excuse for a human, I just wish that you would hurry up and die. You don't deserve to be alive and neither does your sister. Oh and I have a question for you. You haven't told anyone about this have you? About us bullying you, because if you have you know what'll happen."
"And after we said that, I held him against the lockers, pulled out a pocket knife, which was already opened and held it right near his throat."
"What...what else?"
"You may not like this but...we also said... "You know, you are such a fucking loser, you don't deserve to live. I'll bet that your mom's a s***. You should just go die in a ditch. No one cares about you, not even your own family. They all hate you and want you dead. So do this world a huge favor and rid the world of your existence!"
"Why would you say that? You guys drove him to attempt suicide and he would've succeeded if I didn't enter his room when I did."
"We're sorry."
"I know you are. I guess I'll just be on my way now."
"Ok."
Ryan had short blonde hair, blue eyes and he was wearing black cargo shorts and a walking dead t-shirt with Grayson's character and mine and he was about 4 foot five.
Jake was pretty much the same height as Ryan but he was only one inch shorter. He was wearing dark blue jean shorts and a Atlanta Falcons jersey and he was wearing the same one that Julio James wears. He was also wearing a Falcons ball cap.
Jared was the same height as Ryan and he was also wearing black cargo shorts and he was wearing a black walking dead t-shirt but it only had the title of the show on it.
"Well, it was nice meet you three, but I have to start heading home."
"Ok, once again we're all sorry for the loss of your children."
"Thanks."

Heading Back Home
Well, that was sort of awkward, I can also see why they bullied my son and I feel bad for them. I just can't believe that their fathers would beat them, what on earth are they thinking. If I knew where they lived I WOULD send the police there and have them arrested for child abuse. Or...I could go over there and give their fathers the beating of their lives, but then again...it would be best if the police handled this.
Before I officially headed off I turned back to Jake, Ryan, and James.
"What's up, Daniel?"
"I'm just curious as to where the three of you live."
"Are you going to do what we think you're going to do?"
"And what do you think that would be?"
"You're planning on calling the cops, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am. Your fathers shouldn't be beating you. They should be taking care of you, playing catch with you, whether if it's with a baseball or a football. Hell, if he would to take you to a swimming pool he may even throw you into the water. My father did that, he even took me to a batting cage."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I hit almost all of the balls, I only missed a few."
"Wow, you should be a baseball player."
"That's what my dad told me. He said that someday if I worked hard enough, I could be a professional football or baseball player."
"I agree."
"So do I."
"Same."
"Thanks guys, but I do have one question for you three."
"What is it?"
"I know that I lost my kids and I know that you're dads are beating you, but why aren't you guys angry now? And why didn't you talk to my son, like we are now?"
"To be honest, it's because our dads have gone on a six month vacation. So, we don't have to worry about them until they return. And our dads told us that if we told anyone about what was happening at home...they would kill that particular person."
"But they wouldn't know."
"They have ways of finding out. And when they do find out...it gets messy...very messy. They would kill everyone in that household, even if we only told one person."
"That's fucked up. I know that this sounds terrible, but I believe that if you want to get rid of your fathers for good, instead of sending them to jail or to an insane asylum...they need to be taken off the face of the earth."
"To be honest, we actually agree with you, but how are we going to kill them?"
"Just leave that to me. All I need is some DNA from them. A few strands of hair would suffice."
"If it's DNA you need just follow us to our houses."
"Ok. Lead the way."