A Tortured Soul

Chapter 17

The police drove the bully's mother to the correction center that held Justin captive. Officer Baldwin led her to the conference room and asked her to stay there while he left to get Justin from his room.

After sitting there for ten minutes the door opened. A little eight year old boy was shoved through.

"Sit there boy."
Officer Baldwin said forcefully pointing to a chair in the far right corner. The woman studied the child for a moment.

"Don't I know you?"
She asked.

Justin shook his head and continued staring at the floor.

"Whatever, what you did to my son is unforgivable, and I will be pressing charges. I am going to make your life a living hell for this."

She said angerly with tears streaming down her cheeks as the thought of her son in the hospital crossed her mind again.

Justin looked at the woman for the first time since he was shoved in the room. He knew exactly where she knew him from. JT's birthday party. He was grateful she didn't remember so she couldn't get him in trouble with his parents.

"Your son has been bullying me since we started school together four years ago. What did you expect me to do? Just continue to let him beat me up everyday? I was minding my own damn business and your little fuck tard kid decided he was going to do it again. So I gave him a heaping pile of his own medicine. I can't help that I'm better at it than he is."
Justin replied as calm as he could.

He watched her mouth drop open while clutching her purse to her chest in shock. She couldn't believe the language that came out of his mouth.

"My son is not a bully, and who are your parents? Do they know you talk with such a filthy mouth? I think you belong in here."

"How about you dont worry about who my parents are and what they do and do not know. That is a topic that does not concern you, and yes he is a bully ask anyone at the school including the principal, he is in that office an awful lot for fighting to not be a bully you stupid bitch. How about you pay more attention to your son so you know who he is. Pop the titty out of his mouth while you are at it, he was crying for his mommy the whole time I was beating his ass, and honestly it was really annoying."

Two months flew by before the police were finally able to find out who Justin was and find his parents. They released him into their custody and warned them that the other child's mother was in the process of pressing charges so Justin would have to appear in court. Marge and Jason signed a few forms and took Justin home.

As soon as they went inside Jason picked Justin up by the throat and threw him against the wall, picked him up again and pinned him against the wall face first and held his hands behind his back like a cop would pin a criminal.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Marge asked with her arms crossed.

"A simple request for you to stay put while we were gone and you couldn't even do that?"
She continued.

"How did you expect me to stay up there with nothing to eat or drink for a week? I would have been dead by the time you came back."
Justin replied.

Jason punched him in the back of the head.

"Don't you ever talk back to your mother."
He said.

"She isn't my mother. This is not how a REAL mother would treat her child. She is just an incubator.

Marge walked over and grabbed a hand full of Justin's hair and jerked his head back.

"Fuck you."
She whispered.