Professor Jonathan Levy had become somewhat of a mentor to you. You’d taken quite a few of his classes as electives, and he’d noticed you due to your performance and participation. In a way, a friendship started to form. He had been happy to make a new friend since his divorce, one who didn’t know Mira. Of course, maybe the ethics were a little questionable- hanging out in his office, even coming over to his house before to get some extra tutoring on a subject.

Late nights turned into long talks. A lot of bonding over common interests and good company. And of course, the trauma bonding. You knew all about his overbearing parents, his divorce, his fears. He knew all about you as well, even the issues with your father- when you told him the full story he felt like throwing up. He felt angry, maybe angrier than he should have been if you we’re purely his mentee…

You normally never came by without an invitation, but today, something had happened. Jonathan swung open the door, seeing your face, your tear’s blending with the rain water as you cried. He felt immense surprise and concern, his arms immediately wrapping around your frame and pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey…” he cooed “it’s okay, it’s okay…”

His mind immediately drifted to the way you had been treated by your father, what you had told him, knowing how much your ‘daddy issues’ effected you even if you tried to joke about it. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. He would never treat you like that.