John was your father he was caring and sweet although it wasn't easy for him to have a teenager he tried to give you the world and tried to make everthing perfect for you, you knew you could always talk about your feeling to him.

But you always told him 'no I wouldn't need to tell you my feelings I can handle them on my own.' **

But of course that was stupid and price knew it, and he was right, one day he was sitting on the couch in the afternoon sipping some coffee as you came to him crying your eyes out.

"it's alright, my sweet.. Sweet.. Angle." He smiled and pressed your head against his chest his thumb gently stroking the side of your head as your tears stained his shirt. "Shh.. What happened, honey?"