Son of a drug addict

Part. 4

A/N: Another chapter! I know I have been updating this story quickly, but from now on I will publish a new chapter every Sunday. And also, I just wanna say thank you for the great reception. It really means a lot to me.

Enjoy the chapter! xoxo

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I woke up in the morning with aching migraine. I light up the joint and get up. I smell my hoodie and it smells like vomit. I change my clothes and see time is 8.03 AM.

"Jason! School starts in 7 minutes!" I yell. "You're late!" I walk to his room and see him.

"I'm ready" he says. I look at his shirt and it had a large stain.

"You're not wearing that. Arms up" I mutter and pull the shirt off. I turn it upside down. I was ready to put it back on him, but I saw a bruise on his chest.

"Who gave you that? Was it dad?" I asked him, taking a better look on it. It wasn't bad but it looked few days old. "Did dad hit you?"

"No. It wasn't dad. It was the same fifth grader" he muttered, looking down.

"Is he on your class?" I asked.

"No. Just the same grade"

I sigh. "Dress up. I'm coming to your school and talk with him" I say as I pull my jacket on.

"Mike, leave it" he says as we walk out of the house.

"I won't" I say firmly.

We arrive the elementary school, Jason goes to his class and I walk the hallway toward the principal office. I know where it is, since I have visited here way too many times. I don't knock on the door, I just step in. Mr. Callahan jumps on his chair and calls out my name.

"Sir" I nod and sit down. "Thomas punched my brother again. Which class he is in?"

"Michael" he sighs, "Boys are boys, they always take a little contact"

"Callahan, it's not just taking a little contact. He's bullying my brother, and I'm not gonna let that continue. This is a serious problem. Since the staff here are not doing anything about it, I'm gonna have a little chat with him" I say, crossing my arms.

"He's middle of the class" he says.

"I don't care. Which class?" I ask again.

Mr. Callahan sighs, "He's in the math class. Room 5, one floor up"

"Thank you, sir" I say.

"Just- just talking, okay?"

"Yeah. That's what I said" I got up.

"I know your father, and your background" he said.

"Lee ain't here, I am. I'm nothing like my dad. I'll just say some words to Thomas" I said and left the office. I ran up to the upper floor and searched the room 5. I knocked the door, and a female teacher opened the door.

"I'm gonna borrow Thomas for 5 minutes" I said and walked in.

"Michael, you can't keep doing this" she says.

"Watch me" I mutter, and grab Thomas' hand and pull him out of the class. "What did you do to my brother?"

"Nothing! I just pushed him and he tripped" he said, fear in his voice.

"Alright" I said and pushed him against the wall. I hit the wall right next to his head, leaving a small mark on the white wall.

"Next will be on your head" I said, rubbing my fist.