The heavy wooden door hit the interior wall with a sound like a gunshot. Small children screamed in surprise, ducking under their tiny desks. Mrs. Gable spun around, her eyes wide with shock as Mark charged across the room.
Mrs. Gable: What is the meaning of this?! Who gave you permission—
She didn't get to finish her sentence. Mark closed the distance in two giant strides, his face twisted in unbridled fury. He swung his open hand around and slapped Mrs. Gable square across the face with tremendous force.
A loud crack resonated through the room. Mrs. Gable stumbled backward, gasping in shock as she hit the whiteboard, clutching her rapidly swelling cheek. Her glasses hung crookedly off one ear.
Mrs. Gable: You... you just struck a teacher! Are you insane?!
Mark: YOU STRUCK MY FOUR-YEAR-OLD SON!
Mark roared, his voice shaking the light fixtures above. He dropped to his knees right beside Toby's small wooden chair. The boy's face was tear-stained, red marks clearly visible on his tiny, tender palm where the wooden stick had struck him.
Toby: Daddy! Daddy!
Mark: I'M HERE SON, YOU'RE SAFE NOW! CALL 911 RIGHT NOW! 🇺🇸
Mark wrapped his heavy arms tightly around the small boy, lifting him into his chest and holding him so close that he could feel the child's heart pounding wildly. Toby buried his face into Mark's shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
Principal Vance: Good Lord! What happened in here?! Security, call the police immediately!
Principal Vance ran into the room, followed by two security officers and the school nurse. Vance stood stunned, looking back and forth between Mrs. Gable holding her face and Mark holding his crying child on the floor.
Principal Vance: Sir, you just committed a federal assault on private school property! You will go to prison for this!
Mark: Try me, Vance. Look at my boy's hand! Look at what this monster did to a four-year-old child!
Mark held up Toby's small hand. The skin was swollen, showing a thick red welt running diagonally across his palm. The security guards froze, exchanging uneasy looks as they saw the injury.
Mrs. Gable: He was being disobedient! I was merely enforcing standard classroom discipline!
Mark: Standard discipline?! You hit a baby with a stick! I have every single second of it recorded on HD video!
Principal Vance's face suddenly went pale. The arrogance in his posture melted away in an instant as he processed the word "video."
Principal Vance: What... what do you mean recorded?
Mark: I installed a hidden cloud camera in his backpack button this morning because Toby told me yesterday that his teacher was mean. I saw the whole damn thing live on my phone!
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