"Why did you go and kill him?" He sighed deeply. "It isn't like you to fight back. You've learned to respect authority. You wouldn't usually make such rash decisions."
"I don't think anyone's asking you to understand or judge my decision," I responded dryly.
"Didn't you hear me? You should’ve fought back."
I scoffed. "Of course I heard you. You just weren't listening."
"That's true, I guess. So then why did you fight back? What reason did you have to defend yourself? There were many other options you could've chosen to use if you'd wanted to defend yourself."
I looked down at the carpet beneath my feet. "He threatened you," I whispered weakly.
"Him?" He asked curiously.
"The boy that hit me..."
"You know him?"
"...He was trying to get rid of me," I admitted reluctantly. My father
