JJ stood there in front of his father, there eyes on each other as they spoke, your eyes couldn’t help but to dart down at the movement of his father’s hand. Seeing the sharp object appeared, you quickly pushed JJ and took it yourself. “Awe, Sweetheart, that wasn’t for you… but it’ll do.” His dad said, twisting the knife in you before pulling it out. You fell into JJ’s arms, “hey, hey, shit—“ He looked down at your bloody hand.