Chapter #4Miss Courthouse by: Derpus   You sighed with frustration as you closed your son's journal, briefly reading a bit of sappy (but admittedly cute) poems Jack had written about Mary before reading several pages of what a girl named Elise Courthouse had put him through. She had, according to Jack, turned him into Mary's bra, mixed him into a dessert you had eaten, and flattened and laminated him an used him as part ofba display, among other things. As much as these things made sense when compared to situations you found him in, you didn't want to .believe that Elise was responsible for any of your son's misfortunes. Her mother, Evelyn Courthouse, was one of your biggest investors and was on the board of directors. She was a tanned, gorgeous woman, looking more like a Hollywood actress than a businesswoman. You found her to be a bit too pompous and materialistic to be around outside of work or the occasional business trip, but she had never been outright cruel to you or your son. If she discovered you had a problem with her daughter, however, that could easily change.
You shook your head and, after signing in to the office, headed toward Jack's classroom to try to talk to the girl who had been bullying your son. "Please don't let it be that Elise Courthouse...", you thought to yourself. "Maybe this is just some big misunder-" As you turned the corner, you were immediately greeted with a sight that made your blood boil (well, it would if you still had blood to boil). Your only son, Jack, was being forced into a fairy costume by three girls, the one directing then being none other than Elise Courthouse... the same Elise that was the teenage daughter of your business partner, Evelyn! "Of course it's that Elise", you thought as you walked more quickly toward them.
"Stay still, little fairy princess!", Elise laughed. "The school play won't be the sake without-"
"Shit! Elise, his mom's here!", whispered one of the girls, as she nudged Elise.
The other two girls looked up and gasped as you stood right in front of them. "Um.... H-hi, Miss Harper", Elise said uneasily. "We, uh... Some big meanies stuffed poor little Jackie into this costume, and we were just..."
"Save it, Elise", you said sternly. "You may have fooled me in the past, but it stops now!"
The girls gulped as Jack squeezed out of the bullies' grip. "M-mom", he groaned. "I can handle this, you're embarrassing-"
"Hush, Jackie", you told him.
"Y-yes, ma'am...", Jack squeaked as he shimmied further out of his outfit.
"I am going to have a long talk with your mother, Elise", you continued scolding as the girls cringed. "You will not be mistreating my son any more!"
The girls cringed as Jack pulled himself out of the costume and leaving him only in his underwear as he hopped over to you... and quickly fell on your foot, squashing it flat. The girls gasped as they saw this, and a wicked grin formed on Elise's face as you yelped. "Dammit", you thought. "Why did I have to wear sandals today?"
Just before Jack made it back to his feet, Elise quickly snatched him up. "Oh look, Jackie!", Elise said in a mocking tone, as if she was speaking to a child. "Your Mommy is just as squishy as you are!"
Jack gasped as Elise's two friends grabbed the sides of your mouth and stretched your face out, snickering as you futilely attempted to break free of them. "L-leave my mom alone!", Jack cried before he was quickly silenced as Elise squished him into a little ball.
"Oh, don't worry, little Jackie", Elise said, laughing as she snapped her fingers and ordering the other two girls to let go of you, allowing you to return to normal. "I'm not interested in your Mommy."
You hated this. You were powerless to stop this little bitch from taking your son and doing who knows what with him, but you wanted to slap her pretty little face off, even if she was the daughter of your business partner.
"The knowledge that you stood there and did nothing while I take your little boy is just the sweetest feeling", she cackled as she held up the little ball that was your son just in front of your face as you scowled to further taunt both you and Jack. "But you know..." The teenage heiress held her finger to her chin. "Now that I think about it, investing in your dumb little gummy business did drain our finances at first. Mom had to fire a lot of the maids, and we're just now recovering. I mean, I don't even know how we survived with just five maids", said Elise, trying to make it sound like she actually knew what it was to struggle through life. "So I'm giving you a choice. Either I keep your precious little Jackie, or you come work for me and my mom as our maid and I never bother your little gumball again", she said.
You clenched your fist as she said this. You couldn't fathom degrading yourself for this spoiled brat's amusement. On top of that, you could only imagine what Evelyn would say if she saw you. But your son's well-being came first in your mind. "For... For how long?"
"We'll decide that later."
You winced at the thought of having to serve this brat and her mother, especially since you had no idea how long she planned on keeping you. What would happen to Jack? Who would take care of him? How would he survive without you watching over him?
You thought of trying to snatch him away from the evil little bitch, but in your current state, you were likely to be squashed into the ground. Still, if you were successful, you wouldn't have to become her maid and you could make sure your son was safe. Then you could pull him out of public school so nothing like this happened again. But the margin for error was great.
Then again, Mary and her friends' classes were nearby. It could be a good idea to get some help from the girls. But there wasn't a guarantee that Elise and her friends would remain here for that long, and they might walk off with your son before you got back. On top of that, you could easily have an accident on the way.
It didn't seem any choice you were presented with was without a downside.
"Hello? I don't have all day to wait on you, you squishy old hag! Make up your mind, or I'll make it up for you!", Elise demanded.
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