His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 47

A few parents nodded in agreement, and I heard someone mutter, "That's true. My son's had problems with Asher too." Another voice chimed in, "Yeah, he never plays fair."

And A Little girl stood forward 'I have always been bullied by Asher and his mom blames other kid's...

Sienna's face turned an even deeper shade of red, her fury now mixed with panic. I could see her struggling to maintain control, but the tide was shifting too quickly. The crowd that had once murmured with sympathy was now turning against her, whispering and exchanging knowing glances.

"No!" Sienna snapped, her voice cracking. "You don't understand! They're all ganging up on me. You're all jealous because-because you don't know what it's like to lose everything! You don't know what it's like to live with this!" She pointed dramatically to her scar, her voice trembling with desperation now. "I didn't do anything wrong!"

But the crowd wasn't convinced anymore. I could see it in the way they looked at her, the way they whispered to each other, shaking their heads. One of the mothers stepped forward, her expression firm. "Sienna, no one's jealous of you. We all feel for what you've been through, but that doesn't excuse what just happened. You can't push other people's children and then act like the victim."

Another voice chimed in from the back. "She's right. This isn't about your face or your past. It's about your behavior."

Sienna's face contorted with fury, but it was clear she had lost the crowd. The sympathy that had initially swayed toward her had evaporated, replaced with irritation and judgment. She opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came qut. She was out of words. I watched as she grabbed Asher's hand and yanked him toward the park's exit, muttering under her breath. "Come on, Asher. We don't need these people."

As they disappeared down the path, the tension in the air slowly began to lift. The crowd that had gathered started to disperse, parents returning to their children, some casting sympathetic glances my way. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the confrontation ended.

I knelt down beside Cyrus, brushing the hair out of his face and smiling gently at him. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

He nodded, his face still calm and thoughtful. "I'm fine, Mom. But Asher wasn't

very nice."

"No, he wasn't," I agreed, pulling him into a hug. "But sometimes, people are angry about things that have nothing to do with us, and they take it out on whoever's closest."

Cyrus thought for a moment, his brow furrowed. "Is that what Sienna was doing?"

softly, stroking his hair. "Yes, love," I said quietly. "That's exactly what she

picked up Cyrus, holding him close as I tried to steady myself. My heart was still racing from the confrontation with Sienna, but I knew it was time to leave. The situation had escalated far more than I'd anticipated, and

love," I whispered to Cyrus, brushing his

exchange with Sienna, the venom in her words still fresh

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further incident.

were locked on me, and for a

Sienna wasn't about to stop. Her footsteps quickened, matching mine, and I could feel her closing the distance between us. My grip on Cyrus tightened as I approached the

the stairs, a figure

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few parents nodded in agreement, and I heard someone mutter, "That's true. My son's had problems with

stood forward 'I have always

blames other kid's...

mixed with panic. I could see her struggling to maintain control, but

know what it's like to lose everything! You don't know

convinced anymore. I could see it in

whispered to mothers stepped forward, her expression firm. "Sienna, no one's jealous of you. We all feel for what you've been through, but that doesn't excuse what just happened. You can't push other people's children and then act like the victim." Another voice chimed in

swayed toward her had evaporated, replaced with irritation and judgment. She opened her mouth to

toward the park's exit, muttering under her

air slowly began to lift. The crowd that had gathered started to disperse, parents returning to their children, some casting sympathetic glances my way. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the confrontation ended. I knelt down beside Cyrus, brushing the hair out of his

nodded, his face still calm and thoughtful. "I'm fine, Mom. But

angry about things that have nothing

closest."