"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 128 - "Taking the Blame..."

Chapter 128 - "Taking the Blame..."

Clara's PoV

'What do you think your doing?' John scoffed as I stood in the kitchen and lent on the counter while the kettle boiled.

It had taken a lot of effort to get down here into the kitchen and now he was going to be all judgemental.

'I'm getting ready for work' I hummed as if it was obvious.

'Your not going to work. Your not well. You've broken 4 ribs. And you hit your head really forcefully - you cannot go to work' John discouraged.

He was right when he said that I had hit my head. I was still feeling the after effects of a huge headache even now but I needed to go back to work.

I've got far too much to do.

And Avia really needs to go back to school - she had tests and things coming up and really important ones so she needs to go into school.

'I'm going to work John. I have too' I scoffed grabbing my bag and running out of the house before he could catch me.

I normally take the kids to school but knew I wouldn't be much good at driving so since Richard owes me some favours for all his secret keeping - I made him drive me to work.

- - -

'Clara... you should probably go and keep out of this' Adrian warned as as walked into the main office where there was two Mums that were filling of complaint forms.

'What why?'

'You. Are you the one that was on the coach? Are you the one that has injured my daughter?' The mother said angrily approaching me as Mr Foster stepped in.

'What? Is that what you think?' I scoffed. 'She needed the toilet. I took some initiative and went with her. I'd rather have been there than not. It could have been worse' I defended.

'It was a health and safety hazard' she snapped. 'And now my daughter had broken her nose and fractured her arm' she growled.

'Yeah well my daughter has broken her foot. We all got injured on that trip. How were we to know it was going to crash' I said confused.

'Oh yeah that's right. Bring it all around in yourself. At least you was with your daughter' she snapped as I wanted to say something really horrible then but remembered this was my job that I love and didn't want to Fuck it up.

'Clara I think you had better wait in my office while I deal with this' Mr Foster said but with a stern voice so I knew I had just better do as he said.

I was confused. They couldn't seriously be almond me for this could they?

- - -

I was in Mr Fosters office for over 40 minutes just sat there on my laptop working on lesson plans before he came back in the room.

'Clara. How are you?' He hummed.

'Few broken ribs and a headache and a fracture of the shoulder that could take up to 16 weeks to heal but other wise I'm fine. What the hell was all that about?' I asked confused.

'A formal complaint has been made' he sighed.

'About me on the coach? Why?' I scoffed.

'You were one of the teachers involved when the coach crashed Clara. You allowed one of your students to be standing when it did. They didn't have a seat belt on'

'Again. How the hell was I supposed to know it was going to crash?' I snapped at him.

'Clara. I'm completely on your side here. I assure you I will do everything in my power to get the complaint dropped but unfortunately my next actions aren't in my power' he hummed.

'What do you mean?' I said looking at him and he looked remorseful and looked like what ever he was about to say he was going to regret.

'The complaint was about the safety of the children and you were directly involved in the un safety of three of your students. I'm sorry but I have to follow this through and I have no choice but to suspend you for the moment'

'What?' I cried. 'Why?'

'You work with kids. It's a health and safety issue. On the eyes of that parent you are a liability but I by no means think that. I promise we'll sort this out. I'll do everything I can do you don't loose your job' he assured as tears spilled from my eyes.

I didn't want to cry. I was just an emotional wreck as it was.

'Was that Ambers Mum by chance?' I asked.

'Yes' he said as I wanted to break down. 'Unfortunately the complaint has been made. The police are already investigating the accident and with this evidence I'm obliged to hand it over within 48 hours unless I can talk the Mum down' he said with a huge sigh.

'That's not going to happen though is it?' I said and he shook his head. I already knew he was forwarding the complaint to the police for evidence and to the bored for review.

In other words I was fucked.

- - -

I left the school grounds because I had no choice leaving Me foster in a huge flap about who was going to take over my class.

The worst part is that I'm not allowed on the school grounds until it was all over and I was given permission - but I have four kids in the school.

I can't even drop them off now.

As if my life isn't shit enough and all the things I've been through this year the last thing that I need is something as stupid as this loosing my job.

I waited outside the tube station where I called John. I was just going to get on the train for a chance to think but John had insisted he'd rather me didn't.

So I just waited there.

It wasn't a long wait and I hadn't even explained anything to John yet - but he was there quickly. He always was when I needed him.

He spotted me and raised an eyebrow with a confused look when I didn't move or go towards the car. So he put the hazards on and jumped out, coming towards me.

'Clara?' He asked confused as I he got close enough for me to just fall into him.

I suppose that's where I broke down into tears.