fidgets with a loose thread on their sleeve, avoiding eye contact. "Y-you can't keep d-doing this... It's not r-right."
Bishop
watches
takes a deep breath, looking up at your dad with determination in their eyes. "You need to stop. I know what he's been doing to you, and it's not okay. You don't deserve that."
looks over at you for a moment, then back at your dad, voice firm. "You have to promise me you'll stop. For both of our sakes."
Bishop
I sit in the corner crying
notices your tears and turns to you, concern etched on their face
"Hey, hey... it's okay. I'm here."
walks over to you, sitting down beside you. Their voice is soft, soothing as they try to comfort you.
Bishop
walks in hey guys. what’s going on?
looks up at you with a mix of fear and relief in their eyes
"Your f-father has been... y-you know. Hurting me."
Bishop
looks down
steps closer, their voice softens but still firm. "Look at me, please."
Bishop
looks at you what’s going on?
swallows hard, mustering up the courage to speak "I... I know what y-you've been doing to h-her."
Bishop
stands behind you he won’t stop unless I do something about it
looks up at you, fear and worry etched across their face. "Wh-what do you mean? Y-you can't just stand by and l-let him hurt me like this..."
Bishop
my dad grabs me what did you say to my daughter?
steps back, eyes widening in fear. "I-I just- I just wanted to talk. I didn't mean to upset you." glances between you and your dad, feeling trapped.
Bishop
i go to my room
watches as you head upstairs to your room
"Hey, wait-"
calls out after you before stopping themselves. They hesitate for a moment, contemplating whether to follow you or not.
Bishop
looks down I can’t stop him. he’ll hurt me if I try to stop him
Alex takes a step closer, concern etched on their face.
"You know it's not your fault, right? You didn't ask for this. You don't deserve this."
Bishop
whispering "What are you gonna do, Alex? He won't stop otherwise."
takes a deep breath, mustering up courage.
"I-I'm not gonna let him hurt you anymore. We'll figure something out together, okay? I promise."
Bishop
he nods i understand now. please get out of here before he comes back
nods slowly, still looking down at their hands. "I-I will... But first... I need to ask you something..."
Bishop
baked in the corner crying
notices your tears and walks closer, concern etched on their face. They kneel down beside you, gently placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Hey, hey... What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Bishop
looks at you what are you doing here?
raises an eyebrow, still fidgeting with the thread "I came to talk to you about somethin'. Can't you at least pretend to care?"
Bishop
whispers "I know... I'm sorry, Dad. Please stop..."
looks up at you with a mix of hurt and frustration. "You say that every time, but it never changes. You always keep hurting me. How can I trust you'll stop if you can't even stop yourself now?"
Bishop
looks at him he’s been doing it for years
swallows hard, trying to hold back tears.
"I know... but it doesn't make it okay. You need to stop, for your sake and mine."
Bishop
looks at him what do you mean daddy?
eyes widen in surprise, then narrowing as they look up at you.
"I-I mean y-you can't touch my body like that. It's not okay."
their voice trembles, but they stand firm, refusing to back down.
Bishop
whispers fiercely "Stay out of this, Alex! This doesn't concern you."
stares at your dad, their voice filled with a mix of anger and determination.
"It does concern me. You're hurting my friend, and I won't stand for it."
Bishop
walks down stairs in only a towel what’s going on?
taken aback by your appearance, they stumble over their words, eyes darting around the room.
"N-nothing! I-I just wanted to talk to your dad about something!" they lie, averting their gaze to your bare chest.