Payback

Omar, Ali and my father came out of the house. I had finished eating my apple and tossed the core to the floor.
Father began yelling at me, but I'd had enough. I'd heard this so many times before. I turned my back to the three men, just about the most disrespectful thing I could have done under the circumstances.
"You turn back around now," he yelled at me.
I did and they were silenced by the machete in my hand.
Now they would listen.