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Quackity's POV

We had to go home to greet my dad, I wish we didn't but... yeah. We walked over and he hugged me, it wasn't the loving kind of hug someone in your family gives you, no, it was a silent threat, something to say I have to stay away from Wilbur, I quickly released from the hug and ran to my room, i dialled Wilbur telling him we can only talk in school, my father probably picked his name up because he barged in the room, closed and locked the door, shut the curtains and grabbed a bat, "I thought you knew what that meant. You're straight, I don't care about that Wilbur bitch, you're my son, you're marrying a WOMAN." He growled hitting me with the bat.. this went on for 12 minutes hitting me with the bat and lecturing me about being 'gay' after it, I sent wil a text 'window' he rushed to his room, i blew on the glass and wrote 'help' a panicked look came to his face, I wrote 'father' and 'bat' next, now it was rage, he put, 'ok' then stormed out of his room. Not too long later, a knock came, "ALEXIS GET THE DAMN DOOR!!" My father yelled, I ran down, Technoblade was holding a pan of cookies "o-oh hi technoblade" I noticed Wilbur behind him,  "and hi wil" i said, my father came to the door, techno and Wilbur's face were both more angry then before "ah, you must be Mr.Quackity!" Techno said, false excitement in his voice "yes, I am... you must be Technoblade and Wilbur." They both nodded "oh techno! Come on in!" My mom said, she obviously made friends with him, and then I noticed it, an axe on technos back "it's just incase"  Wilbur whispered, I nodded "Wilbur, how's your arm doing?" She asked "ah it's fine, just hurt when I put pressure on it" my father looked in confusion "let me check it out real quick" wil sat down and gave her his arm, she unwrapped it revealing the burns, fork marks, and where he must've stabbed himself with his nails, there also a different layer of past cuts, showing this had happened before, my father looked in shock... the look on his face was priceless.

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