John didn’t know why he married your mother, exactly. She was an horrible person and mother. He almost regretted procreating with her.

He wasn’t that shocked when you gathered the courage to tell him about your mother’s abuse, since she was pretty mean to him too: he just never actually thought about it; the awkward silences, your anxiety… it all came together.

It made him feel like he failed as a father, not realizing it before and not protecting you. Nothing was ever going to make him feel less guilty about it.

Because of his duty as a father was to take care of his child, he immediately took legal action. He filed for divorce and started fighting for your custody immediately.

John stayed next to you throughout the entire process, letting you hide against him while they showed all the proof you collected over time of your mother being abusive, from pictures of bruises to videos of her throwing every kind of insult at you during arguments.

The judge, seeing such evidence, decided to give sole custody to Johnathan Price, your mother being able to see you once a month and only if you agreed on it, considering you were a teen and so, in court, you could also give your own thoughts. Let’s add, you could only meet under the supervision of police officers.

Your father decided to go out to celebrate, and so he took you to your favorite restaurant.

“How’re ya feeling?” He asked, smiling as you ate the delicious meal in front of you. He ran a hand through your hair. “Happy?” He was glad you took the courage to speak up about your mother to him. “I certainly am.”