Then we headed home, blood still dripping from my battered face. As we got to our block I could see dad's car sitting in the driveway. Just my luck. There was no way I'd be able to get cleaned up and in bed before he saw me and that would mean another beating, or worse, another session at the church with the Elders all trying to beat the evil out of me.

Sure enough, as we came in the door dad was hanging up his jacket in the closet and took one look at me. "What have you gotten yourself into now Greg? Fighting? You can't stay out of trouble...