Prodigal Son (Jensen Family #1) Read Online Free Page B

pulled a big chunk of it out of
her head, she started to cry and I just hit him.” he explained.
    Monica turned to the Head
Teacher, “I trust the other boy will be receiving a similar punishment?”
    “He has been dealt with.”
    “My son was after all,
defending a class mate, it would appear he didn’t
start the attack.” Monica persisted.
    “The boy in question has received
a suspension.”
    “Only a
suspension? Why isn’t he being
expelled?” Monica demanded.
    “It’s the first time this
particular boy has been in trouble whereas we have been here before with Paul,
he’s a regular visitor to my office as you are well aware Mrs Jensen, I would
say it’s a jolly good job that you intend sending both boys to boarding school
next term, I feel the added discipline will be advantageous to both of them
although in my experience, some schools are more interested in receiving their
fees than the behaviour of their students.”
    Leaving the school with their
disgraced son, Michael was fuming;
    “Who does he think he is to
lecture me on Boarding Schools?” he growled
    “He’s just jealous because he
doesn’t earn as much as you.” Paul commented.
    “I don’t want to hear another
word from you boy.” Michael rounded on his son, “Get in the car and keep your
mouth shut, I will deal with you when we get home.”
    Climbing out of the car once
they reached home, Monica stroked her son’s dark hair as he passed her “Go to
your room son, I’ll be up in a bit.” she told him, she put her bag on the
kitchen table and turned to switch on the kettle,
    “Why do you mollycoddle him
so much? He’s in the wrong and still you protect him.” Michael asked her.
    “Michael, he was defending a
girl, I find that quite honourable.”
    “He just likes the attention
getting into trouble gives him.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous Michael,
he was doing what he thought was right.”
    “Stop defending him woman.”
Michael bellowed “He’s a trouble maker, he always has been, he’s the one who
knocked Matthew’s teeth out last summer and cost me a fortune in dental bills
and you defended him then, he thinks he can do as he pleases because you pander
to his every whim, I’m sick of it, it stops now.”
    “Don’t shout at Mum.” Paul’s voice from the kitchen door “She hasn’t done anything to
deserve that.”
    “Paul be quiet.” Monica warned but she wasn’t quick enough to stop Michael as he lunged
at the boy and she felt physically sick as she heard the awful thud of
Michael’s fist connecting with Paul’s face.
    The beating continued for a
good five minutes with Monica vainly trying to pull Michael off the boy now
crouched on the floor. Michael, his anger finally spent, grabbed his car keys
and sped away from the house.
    Guiding Paul to the bathroom,
she sat him on the edge of the bath and began to clean the bruised and bloodied
face, pushing Paul’s fringe off his face, she encouraged him to look at her
“You mustn’t come between your father and me.” she told him “I can handle him,
you are still a boy, he will lash out at you not me.”
    “I hate him.” was all Paul
replied.
    Monica decided it would be
best for Paul if he stayed out of Michael’s way until their flight to Spain and
after a brief discussion with her parents, Paul was moved to his Grandparents
home for the next two weeks.
    Paul immensely enjoyed
spending time with Monica’s parents, through them he had learned to speak
Spanish and was as fluent as they were, his Grandmother, Paula had begun to
teach him everything he would need to know to run a business, something he had
expressed an interest in as he desperately didn’t want to work for Michael when
he was older but recognised that he would probably have to do a short spell at
Jensen Incorporated in order to earn the money he would require to set up on
his own.
    Grandfather Jackson and Uncle
John would take him fishing on their boat, teaching him that he didn’t always
need to be