"What happened to your face?" My father beat me with a newspaper… "Uh, don’t worry about that," I muttered, wiping my cheeks with the back of my hand to erase any residual evidence of tears. "Give me a name," Johnny growled, dropping his hands to his hips. "And I'll take care of it." "What– no! I'm grand," I quickly replied. "I have allergies." "Me, too. I’m allergic to assholes and bullshit," Johnny snarled. "Now, tell me who made you cry and I'll fix it."
