“I’m calling you out,” he told me. “Be outside the Multi-Purpose Room right after the Pancake Breakfast, or I’ll…I’ll kill all of your pets. Every single one”

“No. I won’t fight you. This is dumb.”

“The fuck you won’t!” he shouted, his rage seeming to heat the air between us. “You’ll pay for what you said in P.E. in pure pain.”

“Dad, be reasonable,” I pleaded.

But I knew that he wouldn’t.