Chapter: 3

Harlem POV:

   I’m sitting in the principal office waiting for my parents to show up. Preston already had his father present. I saw I had broken Preston's nose; his father was furious at what I did he wanted to call the police on me. I did not care because people like him always feel that money can buy their way out of every situation. When I hit Preston, he provoked me, when you talk about my family, I take a fence to it, especially my mother.

    My father, I care little about especially all the sins he has committed towards my mother. As of right now, my father and I don’t see eye to eye. There was a knock on the door, “Come in,” Principal Foley said. The door had open in came the principal secretary right along with my parents. My mother immediately came over and sat by my side. My father just gave me a death glare. I gave him one back. He walked over to us and stood by my mother. Principal Foley gave his secretary a nod. She walks out closing the door behind her.

“Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright, thank you both for coming. I wish it could have been under different circumstances,” Principal Foley said.

“Can you tell us what happen?” My mother asks.

“I tell you what happen, your punk ass son broke my son's nose for no reason,”

“There is no need for name calling Mr. Northwood,” Principal Foley stated.

“What Mr. Northwood was trying to say-

“I get what he was saying” My mother interrupted then she continues “Name calling is very immature for an adult to engage in wouldn’t you agree Mr. Northwood? It seems to me the only punk I see is the one who’s standing next to you with a Band-Aid on his nose. "

I chuckle. That made Mr. Northwood furious that he just folded his arms. Principal Foley looked so in shock; he fixes his face right away.

“Alright settle down, Mrs. Cartwright. The reason that I brought you and Mr. Cartwright here is to inform you of the situation, Mr. Northwood wanted to press charges against Harlem. I persuade him not to do that”

“Ok, what is the catch? because we all know there is something that you want in return. You are not generous from the goodness of your heart,” my mother stated, looking at Mr. Northwood.

“Of course, I want something. I want for you and your family to leave town right away”

“And if we don’t?”

“I will see that your son will be charged, and also he can never attend any college?” Mr. Northwood replies.

“Is that a threat?” My mother asks.

Before Mr. Northwood can answer “Harlem, why did you punch this boy?” My father asks.

I gave him a look and said “I punch him because of what he said about mom”

“What was it?”

“He said something dealing with mom, and his dick, put it together,” I said, turning back to my mother.

“It seems to me it was justified. My boy was provoked, so I do not see any crime being committed,” I mother stated.

“There is a crime your son broke my son's nose for no reason”

“The apple does not fall from the tree,” my mother said, looking at Mr. Northwood.

“What does that supposed to mean?” Mr. Northwood asks.

“I guess you don’t remember me, Brian?”

“How do you know my name?”

“Is it obvious? We went to school together. "

“I don’t remember you. "

“Let me refresh your memory. In high school you thought you were cool, because you were rich. You felt you could give away doing just about anything, then one day you approach me, told me to meet you after school so i can suck your dick. To add insult, you place a few dollars down my bra. I kick you in your balls so hard that you could not sit for a week. Now, do you remember me?”

“You are Felicity Stone,” Mr. Northwood said with anger.

“In a flash, but now I go by Cartwright sense I’m married. I never expect that you to conceive a child. As hard as I kick you, it is such a disappointment that you created another you to bully people. I guess history repeats itself”

“I want you out of this town by the end of the week, so help me God, I will make you suffer”

 “Your threats don’t mean shit to me, Mr. Northwood. You are a. coward you hide behind your money, and always having people to do your work. You could at least get your hands dirty for once”

“Don’t worry Mr. Northwood, we will leave town in a few days,” My father said.

Me and my mother look at my father. I was about to say something than my father spoke again. “The decision is final, there is nothing more to discuss. It’s time to leave. Thank you for your, time, Mr. Foley, and we are sorry Mr. Northwood.”

“Inform us when you know where you will locate, I can have Harlem records transfer,” Principal Foley said.

My father nodded and looked over to my mother and me. All we could do is get up from our seats head to the door. Before I exit, I looked over to Preston to see a smirk on his face. I gave him a death glare, and I did the same with his father and left out along with my parents.