Everyone In Town Thinks My Friend’s Dad Is A Monster. I Just Found Out The Real Monster Is His Mother, And Now She’s Coming For Me. How Do I Stop Her?

The Monster in the Classroom

My mother always taught me that my best friend’s dad was a monster. When I found out the truth I told her, but she tried to silence me and move us away. So I started digging even deeper and found the most disturbing secret that I’ll never forget.

I was 12 when Brian joined my class. He was tall, played sports; he should have been liked and popular, but instead, the whole class went ghost white as soon as he walked in. The teacher herself even went pale.

I was clearly the only one who was out of the loop. I sat down next to him during lunch either way. Everyone, including Brian himself, gave me a weird look.

“You actually want to be my friend?” he asked, all surprised.

We spent our whole day having a blast. I didn’t have any friends at the time, so I went home excited to tell my mom about the new one I had made. But when I told her his name, her face went white.

“Stay away from that kid. Him and his dad are monsters. They hit and hospitalized their mom.”

I was shocked. The next morning, Mom drove me to school instead of letting me walk. She marched right up to my teacher and whispered something that made Mrs. Squelch nod grimly.

The Outcast

When I tried to sit near Brian in class, Mrs. Squelch moved my seat. I took one look at Brian from across the classroom and I saw him nearly tearing up. During recess, he stood alone by the fence while everyone else played.

And after school, I saw why. Brian’s dad pulled up and the entire pickup area cleared out. Parents grabbed their kids and speed-walked to their cars. One mom actually said,

“Don’t look at him, sweetie,” to her daughter.

Brian’s dad just sat there with his head down while Brian climbed in. Everyone treated him like they were awful, but it didn’t add up. Brian’s dad would pack Brian extra granola bars for kids who forgot lunch money, and Brian voluntarily stayed after school to tutor special needs kids.

There was just no way this was the family who hit their own mother. Then came the day I realized who Brian and his father really were. I was walking home, counting the $50 my grandma gave me for my birthday, when three eighth graders surrounded me.

“Look at the rich boy,” the biggest one said and shoved me to the ground.