You got into a fight. One of your classmates had said something about your father, Price, that you hadn’t liked.

You didn’t process as your fist connected with their face, the satisfying crunch before they punched you back.

But now you’re sat in the headteachers office next to your father, your face a bruised and bloodied mess.

“All I want to know is why you did it, sunshine.” He whispered into your ear, ruffling your hair. “I won’t be mad no matter the reason.”