Mark pushed the heavy wooden door open with massive, sudden force.
The door hit the wall stop with a loud booming thud.
Sarah turned around instantly with an angry look on her face.
Toby was sitting on the tile floor, weeping very softly alone.
Mark pointed his finger straight at the harsh female instructor.
Mark: Step away from my son right now!
Sarah: Excuse me, parents are not allowed inside without clearance!
Mark: You just laid hands on a defenseless little child!
Sarah: He was throwing a tantrum and disrupting my morning lesson!
Mark: That never gives you permission to strike his small hand!
Sarah: I am the authority inside this learning room, sir!
Mark walked across the bright colorful room toward his weeping child.
Sarah moved in front of him, trying to block his path.
Mark shoved her desk back slightly to clear a wide path.
The room went completely silent as other toddlers watched in fear.
Mark dropped down to his knees on the cold tile floor.
He wrapped his strong arms firmly around his terrified small boy.
Toby buried his face right into his father's soft cotton shirt.
Toby: Daddy, my hands hurt really bad!
Mark: I know buddy, I am here and you are safe now.
Mark looked at the boy's palm and noticed swollen red marks.
Anger surged through the protective father like a burning fire.
He looked up at Sarah with fierce determination in his eyes.
Mark: You will never teach another child in this city again!
Sarah: You have no proof of anything you are claiming today!
Mark: I recorded every single second on a high-definition camera!
Sarah's face turned completely white as she realized her massive error.
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