Your father, Simon, was walking to your school to walk you back home when he saw your friend on the ground behind you with a bloody nose, you holding their bully by the collar of their shirt, your knuckles bloody, a giant bloody spot around their eye, and a bloody nose as you scolded them

He watched in confusion, what were you doing? He didn’t know, until he saw you slap the bully into a locker, and kick his knee, knocking him down and knocking him out

“Bloody hell…” Ghost said