The ride home was deafening. You wish you could say it was so silent you could hear a pin drop, but the ringing as well as the sound of your racing heart in your ears would probably be louder than that. You stare out the window, still holding the tissue up to your face as you try to stop more blood from coming out of your nose. You can feel your father's eyes on you. Eventually, he sighs. "Did you win?" he asks. Before you can ask him what the fuck he's talking about, he asks more reasonable questions. "Who started it and why?"