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TW: abuse
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JJ left Wyatt's house late the next morning, going home to shower and change before they met back up at John B's.
Wyatt kept her door locked, and JJ didn't leave until around eleven. She told him to go to JB's without her, since she'd be having lunch with her dad today. At least, she hoped she would.
Still in her pajamas, she walked into the kitchen where she saw her dad. But something felt... off.
"Dad?" she asked, quietly and cautiously.
Adrian turned around to face her, and she caught a glimpse of the knife in his hand.
"You should've stayed away," his voice shook with anger. "It should've been you instead!"
Wyatt put her hand up to calm the man as she tried to slowly back towards her room. "Dad, I didn't kill her."
Adrian's quick glance at her arm turned into a glare. "You're getting tattoos now?"
"You knew about it," Wyatt frowned. "And it's a memorial for Emma."
"You don't get to mourn her, Wyatt, when you're the one that killed her!"
"I didn't!" Wyatt tried to yell, but her dad was already lunging.
Adrian grabbed her arm and dragged her further into the kitchen before slamming it down on the counter. He situated the knife over the tattoo, about to cut away the flesh it was imprinted on.
Wyatt was panting now, shaking with fear. His grip was tight, but after swinging her knee into his gut, she was able to wrestle herself free. Wyatt tried to run, but her dad grabbed a fistful of her hair before she could get very far and slammed her back against the cupboards, now holding the knife to her face, as if he was about to stab her through the eye.
Wyatt brought her hands up to keep his arm from going any further as she stared down the length of the knife.
Adrian angrily pulled back and drove the knife into the cupboard by her face. She winced as a sting erupted from her cheek.
He pulled it out and went for her neck this time, and just like before, Wyatt held him back. But he was stronger. The tip of the knife touched the side of her neck.
