"Honey, can I come in," Jon, your father muttered softly. He heard your little soft sobs through the door. His heart breaking each time.

Jon knew break up's were hard. He's been through it after breaking up with your mother.

He didn't wait, he stepped in slowly.

"Hey, baby, how you holding up?" He said, gently plopping on the bed. His eyes examining you.

Texts from your ex popping up on your phone, Jon put it on silent, he didn't want you reading the messages.