Free FREED (The Mind Of Her Billionaire, #3) by Iris Deorre

was coloured in red and had large dots of blood falling from it, and the other boy lay on the floor. To the side of the boy lying on the floor there was a huge red colour all around him.  At the top of the picture, Gabriel had dark clouds floating above them. The picture was very dark indeed, it sent a shiver down her spine that a three year old had such an imagination.
    ‘We’re very encouraging of imagination, but this, this is beyond anything I’ve seen. The worst part of it all is that, Gabriel said that this was a picture of him and Dylan.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘One of the new little boys who has joined Gabriel’s group. For some reason he doesn’t like this little boy and wishes he was dead.’
    ‘Urm...he’s a child, he doesn’t know what he’s saying,’ said Amelia.
    ‘Miss Woods, your son is a brilliant boy. His mathematical and grammar skills are far beyond a child his age. I know we’ve talked about this before, but I really think you should get him assessed.’
    ‘Are you saying there’s something wrong with my son?’ She felt upset.
    ‘Dylan was pretty upset by all this. We have to come to some solution.’
    Amelia nodded, she didn’t know what else to say.
    ‘Miss Woods, I’m really sorry to have to drag you here all the time, but its school rules.’
    ‘I understand. I will talk to his father about this and urm... let you know.’
    The principal nodded. Amelia stood up and shook the woman’s hand and let herself out. Gabriel was exactly where she’d left him.
    ‘Come along.’ She held out her hand and he took it.
    She gave it a squeeze and they left the building into the car. She looked at the little boy and showed him the picture.
    ‘Would you like to tell me why you drew this?’ she asked.
    ‘No, I would not.’
    ‘Gabriel,’ she said feeling a bit overwhelmed.
    The little boy gazed straight ahead.
    ‘Gabriel, please look at me.’
    The boy turned and looked at is mother.
    ‘This picture that you drew, wasn’t very nice.’
    ‘Why?’ He blinked.
    ‘Because it hurt Dylan’s feelings.’
    ‘Okay,’ he said.
    ‘Please don’t do this again.’ She didn’t know what else to say or do. At times she felt like a bad mother. She worked all the time, Rebecca was more of a mother than she was, and Gabriel didn’t come with an instruction manual. She had to do something about it, things had to change.
    ‘Ok,’ he said calmly.
    ‘Do you understand what we’ve just discussed?’
    ‘Yes, you said I shouldn’t do it again, so I won’t.’
    Amelia looked at her adorable son and shuddered. He was extremely bright, one was not to be fooled by his years. She knew he understood what she wanted, but as to whether or not he’d do it, that was another story all together.
    ‘Honey, it’s not just about not doing it again, it’s about taking other peoples feelings into consideration. We must always make sure we don’t do things to hurt others.’
    ‘I don’t like Dylan,’ he said.
    ‘Why not honey?’
    ‘He said my daddy belongs in jail.’
    Amelia froze a moment. That little boy had obviously got that from somewhere. Amelia knew too well what that meant. People were talking, she couldn’t really blame them, Justin was a very wealthy man who had been accused of murder, but suddenly released because there wasn’t enough evidence.
    ‘I know it can be mean, and it hurts your feelings, but we still mustn’t hurt people because of that.’
    ‘It doesn’t hurt my feelings, it makes me mad!’
    Amelia nodded, things had to change, she would have to speak to Justin as soon as she got home. She couldn’t let Gabriel go on this way, no matter how small the transgression seemed, it was still a big deal.
    ‘Whenever you feel mad, tell mummy and we work on it together.’
    He nodded. But even though he nodded, Amelia was certain that wasn’t going to happen. She would have to make an appointment to see Doctor Gallagher.
    ‘What do you like about school?’ She