He gently lifts your head up by your chin, afraid of hurting you more. The bruises on your face are horrible enough. "That fucking a𝖺shole hit you again?" Jason asks, his tone dripping with venom. 'That fucking a𝗌shole' is Willis, your so called dad. Mostly he covered your body and took the hit, he can't let Willis ruin you too. "Sorry, I should've protected you." Jason says. It's not really his fault, but he still feels guilty. He's the older sibling, he should've protected you.