“No, what the actualfuckdid I just hear you say?! Did you just tellhim toforceher?!” Willow stood in the doorway, looking absolutely furious.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he snapped.
Willow pursed her lips, and my eyes widened while I stared at him in shock. I’dneverseen my father talk that way to Willow before.
“No,” Willow said after a beat of silence. She straightened her back and crossed her arms. “You just told Wyatt torapesomeone, so no, I will notwatch my fucking mouth. What the hell iswrongwith you?”
“Get out,” my father snapped again, raising his voice slightly. “And change out of that ridiculous shit. You look like your mother.”
Willow clenched her jaw, tightening her crossed arms before looking to me. “Anything, Wy?”
“Willow,” my father barked.
“You’re a coward,” she muttered, looking me right in the eye. She stormed out of the office a moment later, her blonde hair flashing in the light before the door slammed behind her.
I sat back in my chair, absolutely dumbfounded.
I was used to my father talking to me that way, but I’d nevereverseen him raise his voice at Willow. And what the fuck was that last bit about?She looked like her mother?
I’d always been afraid of my father, but now, I saw him in an uglier light.
I didn’t like that comment. Something was very wrong with that comment. And his lingering disgust only made my dread grow.
“Can you believe that? Where does she think she’s going, dressed like that?” My father waved his hand at the door.
“She’s in her home,” I said quietly. “She can dress however she wants.”
“Well, it’s notherhome, is it? It’s mine.”
I blinked.
Something was very, very wrong inside this house.
I stood shakily.
“Thank you for letting me visit,” I said quietly, not trusting my voice at full volume. “I’ll see you again when I can.”
My father didn’t reply, instead letting his gaze burn through me as I let the door slam behind me.
I felt disconnected from my body as I made my way across the house, just wanting to get to Willow’s room. I had to say goodbye before I left. And I needed to explain myself, or…something.
“Oh, there he is.” Mia’s voice drew my attention. She hadn’t been here before, but she was now laying across Willow’s couch, holding a small gaming console. “Hey, Wyatt. I almost didn’t recognize you with your head out of the sand.”
I deserved that one, so I said nothing in reply. I turned my attention to Willow, who wasn’t even fighting off tears. She was still pissed.
“Willow,” I started and she shook her head.
“Leave, Wyatt. I don’t want to see you.”
I ignored her. Then ignored Mia, who had sat up slowly, looking between us. Willow must not have told her what’d happened yet, otherwise the little emo would have been trying to freeze my dick off.
“Willow, why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered. “I could have–”
“Could havewhat, Wyatt? What would you have fucking done?” Willow narrowed her eyes at me. “You just got to see it firsthand, and you didnothing.”
My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I didn’t know what to say.
She wasn’t wrong.
