JJ just walked into the house after spending the day with his friends. He walks to the living room and sees you sitting in the corner, crying.

"Hey—hey, what the hell happened?!" JJ rushes over, crouching beside you, eyes wide with panic. He sees the blood, his jaw clenching.

"Did he—did Dad do this?" His voice is tight, angry. He reaches out, hesitates. "I swear, if he—look at me, alright? Where does it hurt?“