We Found Love

Chapter 21

Marshall's POV

I walked into Whitney's bedroom still completely enraged about the news I had just received from Rihanna. How can Whitney be bullied? She doesn't do shit to nobody! I looked at Whitney who was surprised and wide eyed, I walked over and got on one knee so I would level with her.

"Whithey... do you have bruise on your shoulder?" I asked pointing to her left shoulder, she nodded and pulled her sleeve down to let me see the purple and blue cloudy area over her small shoulder.

"Whitney how did you get that bruise?" I asked looking her straight in the eyes.

"Some boys at school pushed me down during recess." Whitney said getting upset.

"What was the kids name baby?"

"Justin Bailey..." She said beginning to cry. I pulled her into a tight hug and rocked her back and forth tenderly, trying to calm her down.

"Okay me and Ri are going to go down to the school for a little bit, I'll get this fixed okay?"

"Okay daddy."

I patted Whitney's head and brushed my hand through her hair, lightly I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead before standing up off the bedroom floor.

"Come on Ri." I said asking her to follow me back out to the car.

"Justin Bailey?" She asked walking beside me down the hallway.

"Yeah." I stated bluntly knowing what she was getting at. Justin Bailey was the son of DeAngelo Bailey, the fat kid that used to bully me back in grade school. Fucking fat ass and some of his equally dumb friends jumped me in the school bathroom, ultimately knocking me into a coma. The school ended up getting sued by my mom and later on I got sued by DeAngelo for writing the song "Brain Damage" about him, that I ended up winning in the end. Now he's letting his stupid kid bully my daughter cause he has a stupid immature grudge he can't just let go.

I opened the passenger side door for Robyn, letting her climb into the car. I shut the door then ran to the other side, I jumped in and started the car.

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Marshall's POV

I walked into the school building with Robyn by my side. Hopefully there was someone here on the weekend. I walked at a fast, almost running pace, down the hallways in search of the principles office.

"Marshall." Rihanna sighed out trying to keep up with me.

"Sorry baby." I apologized stoping in my tracks, I grabbed Ri's hand and continued walking.

Finally we approached a door with a blurry glass window that didn't allow you to see in to the other side. The label read "Principles." I knocked several times in hope that they where here. I don't think I could stand to go home and wait till Monday, I'd fucking camp out here for two days if I had too. I pounded on the door once more, and finally a tall balding man opened the door.

"Hello, how may I help you?" He asked fixing his tie.

"We need to talk about a bullying issue that's happening at the school." Rihanna interjected, keeping me from cussing this bastard out for not doing his job right.

"Ah yes please come in." He said walking back into the small office area and taking a seat behind his desk. Rihanna and I sat in front of him waiting to explain what was happening.

"So I'm assuming this is about Whitney Mathers, am I correct?" He asked folding his hands on the dark wooden desk in front of him.

"Yes." Rihanna said answering for me, she gave me the "calm down" look meaning I was way to worked up, and angry to talk like a mature adult right now. How can I? My daughter is being beaten around by some little kid who can't keep his hands to himself! Don't teachers pay attention? I scratched the back of my neck and let out a large sigh, calming down some.