My Ride or Die

Chapter 11

Hunter

I pulled up to the front of the daycare. The Stepford wives were there and as they usually do, they gawked and giggled. God, go home and feed your kid, you overweight hen.

I pushed through them and walked right past the front desk to the owner's office. "Um...sir? You can't just come in witho-

"Shut the fuck up lady. Before I throw you in jail for endangering the welfare of a child and child abuse." That shut her up. I walked into the boss' office and slammed the door shut.

"So are you going to call the police or should I?", I asked. "Sir, I'm sorry but who are you?"

"Cindy. Cindy Woodrow. My little sister was physically assaulted, almost drowned, and she was punished?! And you didn't even call me? I'm the guardian listed on her file. What the hell is wrong with you lady?!"

She stood up from her chair and reached her hands out which looked like she's trying to calm me. "Sir, you're not a guardian on her file anymore. It is your stepfather. And we called him and your mother. He said that she probably instigated the boys and she deserved the punishment."

"AND YOU BELIEVED HIM?!" I was pissed.

"Sir, it says in the handbook that I am not permitted to go against a parent's best wis-

"TAKE THAT HANDBOOK AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS, LADY! CINDY IS OUT OF THIS PRESCHOOL AND IM THROWING YOUR ASS IN JAIL. YOU WILL BE MAJOR LEZ CHOW IN THERE!"

I pulled on her collar and slammed her against the wall. "Give me the names of those boys." Out of fear she pointed to her file cabinet and handed me a folder.

Jessie Simpson. Timothy Bradley. Jason Marroway. Zachary Booker. "Where are their moms?", I asked. "O-out f-f-front," she said fearfully. I slammed the file cabinet shut and threw all her things off the desk and slammed the door shut.

There they were. The four boys that looked exactly like their photos in the files. Jessie ran up to me first. His mother too busy gossiping.

"Hey there, little guy." "Where is your wife?", the little shit asked. Everything on good God's grace of an Earth told me not to punch a 5 year old, but if his mom did it, it wouldn't be my fault, right?

I handed him 4 cigarettes, a switch blade, my lighter, and two condom wrappers. "Here, little man. Tokens. For you and your buds," I said pointing to his friends. "Thanks!", the kid said running to his friends and handing them a division of the gifts.

I snickered. "Hehe, they're Moms are definitely not gonna like that," I said to myself.

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"Hi. I'm here to pick up Caleb Baker."