Revenge

Chapter 18

After his proclamation, I decided to change the subject. I tried to talk about what he dressed up as for Halloween, places we would love to visit around the world, anything I could think of. He would simply respond with one word answers. I definitely need to set up a meeting with his mother ASAP. When school ended and all the students left, I called Dean's mother. She agreed to meet with me in the morning before classes start. 

The next morning, I got to the school earlier than usual. I'm eager to try and resolve this situation with Dean. I'm hoping by the end of this week, he we be a well behaved student and can make friends. There's a knock on my classroom door and I brace myself for what may happen. I've never had a parent conference due to a student misbehaving, this is new to me. 

I answer the door and am greeted with a, "Well, hello Amy." I start to panic on the inside because of the way she greeted me as if we know each other. How does she know my name? Even if she got it from a staff member, it's rude to address a teacher by their first name, especially in front of one of my students. 

"Good morning!" I say as cheerfully as I can muster up. "Please, come inside and have a seat. Sorry to have you here so early in the morning." 

The three of us sit down and as I'm about to start talking, she holds her hand up as to stop me. 

"Quit the pleasantry's. I know Dean is a little s**t, but that's not why I'm here." Well, I see where he gets his manners and behavior from; I think to myself. However, I remain silent to allow her to continue because I'm extremely confused.

"You know, you look just like George." 

"Who?" I asked. 

She gave me such a look of disgust as she said, "Don't play stupid. You know your father's name."

I busted out laughing at that, which didn't seem to please her. My father gave her a fake name, classic. 

"What's so funny?" She sneered at me. 

"His name is not George. If you really are speaking about my father, he gave you a fake name." 

"Why should I believe anything you say, murderer." That quickly got me to shut up. I must be white as a ghost in this moment. How does she know? 

"Just tell me where you buried him and I won't say a word. I just want his son to be able to visit his fathers grave at the very least."

"His son? I'm sorry, but you must be confusing me with someone else. I'm the only child my father and mother had."

She gave me a smirk and said, "Dean is your little brother, Amy."

It all made sense now as to why Dean looked so familiar to me. 

"You have a week to bring me to the body, or I'm going to the police." 

"I didn't do anything to him." Which technically wasn't a lie. 

"One week, Amy." With that, her and Dean left my classroom. 

I couldn't focus on anything other than what happened, so I decided to find a substitute to cover my class. I went home and and replayed the words over and over again in my head. What the hell am I going to do? It's not like she has any proof of what Chase did, does she? We don't even know where his body is and the only only person who does, is dead.