Billy comes home from school with a black eye and a busted lip. His mother fusses over him, presses ice to his face and stroking his hair.
He’s still hunched over the kitchen table, nursing his wounds, when his father comes home.
“What the hell happened to you?” the old man growls.
“Got into a fight,” Billy admits thickly.
His father’s brow darkens. “Did you start it?”
“Then why did you get your arse handed to you?” he asks.
Billy shrugs. “He was bigger,” he says. “The Mallory boy, down the street.”
His father swears. “That lad’s twice your size,” he says. “What were you thinking?”
“He’s not very nice,” Billy mumbles. “He teases all the kids and steals their lunches.”
“So you thought you’d teach him a lesson by letting him beat you silly?” his father asks skeptically.
“I reckoned it would be best if someone tried to teach him a lesson,” Billy replies stiffly.
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