I was going to wait to update but I was too excited writing this so decided just to post the next chapter :P
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"I'm afraid your son Ben has been caught fighting with three other boys." He said, slightly irritated at Beca's tone.
"What?!" Beca stood up and stormed into the kitchen, grabbing her car keys.
"Apparently one of the boys said something to him and he began hitting them. Would it be at all possible for you to come in?" He said, his tone softening.
"I'm on my way. So you're telling me that Ben started this?" Beca couldn't believe it. Ben was never in trouble at school and he certainly didn't fight.
"Unfortunately yes. I'll discuss the rest of the details when you arrive." The call ended with a click. Beca climbed into her car and sped out of the driveway, calling Chloe via the Bluetooth in her car.
"You've reached Chloe Beale, unfortunately I can't answer your call now. Please leave a message." A beep followed Chloe's message.
"Hey Chlo, it's me. Ben's in trouble for fighting at school, I'm on my way there now. Give me a call when you get this. Love you." She hung up and slammed her fist into the steering wheel as she hit a red light. "Come on!" She shouted, running a hand through her hair, waiting for the light to change. It glowed green and she sped off again. She pulled into the school parking lot and stormed towards the principal's office.
"Ms Mitchell." He said when he saw her approach. "I'm sorry to drag you in like this."
"It's fine. Just tell me what happened." She said, her hand in her hair again.
"Ben is refusing to say anything about it but from what witnesses have said the three boys from his class approached him and started… saying things." He looked uncomfortable, his eyes not quite meeting the shorter woman's.
"What kind of things?" Beca said, her jaw clenched. She assumed it would be something to do with the fact that two women were raising Ben but that had happened to him for most of his school life and he'd never let it bother him before.
"Well, it seems that one of the mothers of these boys told their son that Ben was conceived via, um, well, you know." He trailed off, unsure how to finish. Beca stared at him, her stormy blue eyes boring into him.
"I want the exact words they said, Principal White." She said, her voice scarily calm. He pulled a notepad from his pocket and began reading off it.
"I heard something interesting about your dyke mother, Mitchell." Brad Daniels said, walking towards Ben.
"Don't call her that." Ben spat back, returning to his conversation with Tom and Lauren.
"Don't you want to know what we heard?" Tyler, Brad's friend said.
"I don't care about anything you pricks have to say." Ben said.
"So you don't care that the only reason you're here is that your mom got fucking gang-banged?" Brad said, grinning to his friends.
"What did you say?" Ben span around, approaching the three boys.
"Ben, just leave it dude." Tom said, pulling Ben's arm back. Ben shook his friend off.
"My mom told me that a bunch of guys raped your mom." He said, still grinning. "So not only are you the son of a pair of queers but you've also got some rapists bloo-" Ben cut off his words with a punch to his face.
"Where's my son?" Beca asked, an anger she had never felt before rising in her. He led her to the room where Ben and the three other boys were sitting, along with their mothers. She strode over to him and knelt, taking his hands. His eyes which were identical to hers were sparkling with unshed tears. His lip was bleeding and his eye was swollen. A bruise was already starting to form on his cheek.
"Is it true?" He croaked out. Beca nodded, tears in her own eyes. "I'm sorry."
"What those boys said to you was disgusting." She shot a furious look at the sheepish mothers standing by them. "And you have every right to beat the living shit out of them." Ben chuckled lightly. "But that's not how grown-ups deal with their problems. As tempting as it might be, we don't fight. We use our words and if that doesn't work we walk away. Understand?" She said, wiping a tear from his cheek. He nodded. Chloe rushed through the door at that second.
"I got here as quick as I could." She said, trying to catch her breath from running from the parking lot. "What happened?" Beca stood and whispered it into Chloe's ear. Chloe's face went from shocked to furious in no more than a few seconds. "Beca, take Ben outside so I can speak to these women." She said, her jaw clenched. It was a very rare thing to see Chloe this angry and Beca didn't like to argue when she was like this. Ben was of the same mind so stood up to walk out. Chloe stopped him, kissing his forehead before letting Beca lead him out. As they closed the door of the room, Beca threw her arms around her son.
"I'm so sorry." She said, crying into his chest. "I should have told you sooner."
"Mom." He broke their hug and held her so he could look into her eyes. "You were attacked and… and raped when you were my age, and you're apologising? I'm sorry I lost it with those boys but you have nothing to be sorry about." He hugged her again.
"I don't care what the school says but you aren't in trouble for this." She said, her sobs subsiding.
"I'll probably get a week's suspension." He said, laughing slightly.
"Well then that week we can spend doing whatever you want." She said, making him laugh more. "As long as you know not to do it again." She said as afterthought.
"Understood." He said, and they took a seat on the bench that was outside the door. It was then they noticed that the voices coming from the room were getting louder and more heated. Then they heard the unmistakable sound of a hand hitting flesh.
When Beca closed the door behind her, Chloe turned to the three mothers who were standing by thier sons.
"Which of you told your child what happened to my wife?" She asked, her voice steady.
"Look, its common knowledge." One of them said. Chloe recognised her. She was the mother who had questioned her relationship with Ben all those years ago at the school gates. "Brad just overheard me talking about it to my husband."
"He heard you gossiping about my wife then?" Chloe's anger rose another level.
"Like you never gossip." She said with an eye-roll.
"How old is your daughter, Colleen?" Chloe asked.
"She's sixteen." Colleen said, her arms folded across her chest.
"Can you remember what she was like as a fourteen year old?" Chloe asked. Colleen nodded. "Now imagine that your fourteen-year-old daughter was gang-raped by a group of seventeen-year-old boys. Imagine she gets pregnant. Imagine that, despite everything, she raises her child amazingly, that she falls in love, gets a degree and a brilliant job. And despite all of these triumphs some small-minded, bitchy mothers think it's okay to gossip about the fact that when she was a child she was raped. How does it feel?!" Chloe's voice was almost a shout now. "People like you are pathetic." She said, before Colleen slapped her across the face. A second later and Beca and Ben burst through the door. They saw Chloe's hand on her face and put two and two together. Beca approached the woman, her fist clenched. Ben tugged her back.
"Touch my wife again," Beca said, her voice shaking with anger, "and I promise it will be the last thing you do."
"Becs." Chloe said, her voice soft. Beca turned and kissed her gently on the cheek.
"Are you okay, mom?" Ben asked, looking at Chloe's face. She nodded, smiling at her son. "What's my punishment, sir?" He asked, turning to face the stunned bald man in the corner.
"Uh, a week's suspension for all four of you. Plus a week's detention for you three." He said, gesturing to the three boys who were still sat looking shocked by their mothers.
"That isn't fair." Colleen spat. "He started it!"
"Ben was provoked by the cruel words of your son, Ms Daniels." He replied, his voice rising slightly. "Perhaps you should teach your son what he did was wrong in the way that Ms Mitchell did." He added, turning towards Chloe and Beca.
"Can we go?" Beca said, taking Chloe's hand. The principal nodded and the pair left, followed by their son. "Are you both okay?" She asked when they arrived at their cars. They nodded.
"I have to get back to work." Chloe hugged Beca and when she tried to break apart the brunette clung on even tighter. Her fists gripping the fabric of Chloe's shirt.
"Thank you." She whispered into the redhead's ear. "If you want me to go and punch that bitch in the face, I will." She said a little louder, earning a snort of laughter from Ben.
"Maybe next time." Chloe said, kissing Beca before the smaller woman finally let her go.