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TW: abuse
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Wyatt and JJ walked home arm in arm. It was an eventful and pretty exhausting day, and neither could wait to pass out in their beds.
"You wanna sleep over?" the girl offered, to which JJ sighed.
"I would, but if your dad comes home, we're both dead, so probably not."
Wyatt nodded, sighing in defeat as they approached her house first. She never knew when her dad would or wouldn't be there, or what kind of mood he would be in, so she was always pretty anxious sleeping at home.
Other than him, addicts and dealers alike were always lurking around her house, having been invited or inviting themselves. Wyatt never knew who was in her house, which is why she kept one of her dad's old baseball bats behind her bedroom door.
"Come over if you need to, though, okay?" he asked, preparing to walk away. "My window's always open to you."
She laughed at the cheesy gesture he made. "Yeah, whatever. See you in the morning, Maybank."
"Bright and early, Perez," JJ called, waiting until she was inside to walk a couple houses down to his own.
Wyatt leaned her skateboard against the wall of her bedroom, changing into a pair of loose running shorts and a sports bra for bed. She was hungry, not having eaten since yesterday, but she was pretty sure the kitchen was empty. Still, it couldn't hurt to look, right?
Wyatt sighed, closing the final cupboard. All she found was a Nutri Grain bar, which she promptly ate. It was pretty stale, having been in there for an impressive amount of time, but she didn't mind. At least she had something.
"Dalisay!"
Shit. Wyatt was immediately on high alert as her fathers angry, drunken voice boomed through the house, shouting her mother's name. She sprinted from the kitchen, hoping that by the time he saw her, Wyatt would be escaping out her bedroom window.
Unfortunately, she had no such luck. Her father, Adrian, appeared seemingly out if nowhere, glaring at his daughter with a fiery intensity once he realized who she was.
"You," he growled, grabbing her by the neck and shoving her against the kitchen counter. "Murderous bitch!"
She knew what kind if night it was going to be, and she was terrified.
Wyatt grunted as best she could with a hand crushing her windpipe, as another landed a strong jab to her gut. Her father kept her from keeling over, his firm grip moving from her neck to grab her hair.
