On His Grave by M K Farrar

Author:M K Farrar
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: single mother, british fiction, psychological thriller, stand alone
Publisher: Warwick House Press
Published: 2019-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“How did it go?” Anna asked when she got back to school. “All sorted?”

“As much as it can be, for now.”

She considered confiding in Anna about what the tow truck guy had said, but then decided not to. Anna liked to gossip, and she didn’t want it getting around that someone had slashed her tyres deliberately. A chill ran through her at the thought. What if it wasn’t Violet, and was someone else she hadn’t even thought of? She liked to think she didn’t have many enemies, but that wasn’t exactly the truth, was it? Lately, it felt like she had more enemies than friends.

The bell rang to signal the end of school. While she wasn’t finished with her work yet, she knew the afterschool club Ollie attended allowed the children to have a play for fifteen minutes or so to burn off some steam. She caught his eye through the window and gave him a wave before he ran off again.

The phone rang, and she answered it. One of the parents was running late, and they’d need their child watched until they could get there—ten or fifteen minutes at the most.

Shouts came from the playground.

Her heart thumped, and she jumped to her feet. Instinctively, she knew it had to do with Ollie. Kristen ran out of the office and into the playground. Though school was over, some of the kids had been having a run around before going home, the mums standing in small groups and catching up on the gossip.

Ollie should have been with the afterschool club group, who were given a separate area of the playground, but instead she saw him tussling with Felix, a small gang of other boys standing around them.

“Hey!” she yelled. “Hey, stop that, now!”

She ran over and grabbed both boys, pulling them apart. She was shocked to see blood running from Ollie’s nose, while the bigger boy looked fine except for ruffled hair and his shirt pulled out of his trousers.

“What the hell is going on here?” she demanded.

Both boys stared sullenly at the ground, refusing to answer.

“Are you okay, baby?” she asked her son, fishing into her pocket for a tissue and giving it to him to put to his bleeding nose.

The clip-clop of high heels marched towards them.

She turned to discover Rachelle standing behind her, immaculately dressed as always, an expression of concern on her made-up face.

“Felix was fighting with Ollie again,” Kristen snapped.

“He started it,” Felix said, sulkily.

Kristen let out a huff of air. “Oh, please. How did Ollie start it?”

Felix poked out his lower lip. “He called me a name. I heard him!”

Ollie looked both baffled and worried. “No, I didn’t. I was just playing, and he told me to come over ’cause he wanted to ask me something.”

Rachelle stepped in. “Then we just have two children’s words against each other.”

Kristen ignored her and looked to Felix. “Is that true?”

“No! He called me an idiot. I heard him!”

“Even if Ollie did call you an idiot,” she said, “which I highly doubt he did, that’s no reason to punch him in the nose.

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