deadbeat dads and daycare

Date: 7/25/2021

I was working at this warehouse that had been made into a daycare. The floor and walls were covered in colorful padding, and the place was filled with playground equipment and games. It was like a chuck e. cheese on steroids. Anyways, I was put in charge of monitoring two young sisters who had been having some behavioral problems (biting, shouting, etc.). They were bruised and hungry, so I cleaned them up and got them some food. Come to find out their dad abuses them. In the afternoon the facility starts to close and one by one the kids go home. But the two sisters are still there. After hours of waiting the dad finally shows up (drunk) and I beat the shit out of him on sight. I’m talking no mercy, I just laid into him. The girls are taken by CPS and I go home. A few days later I was eating dinner with my dad at a restaurant. I guess word had gotten around about what I did because it was even more awkward than normal. At one point a news crew showed up and tried to get me to pose for a picture. My dad shooed them away but I smiled to myself—I was weirdly proud. I remember being surprised that the father didn’t press charges. Then again he was a child abuser.