Y/N's P.O.V

Jack was out with the guys, but hey, I didn't mind. They'd been back for a few weeks now, and I had finally released Jack back to hanging out with the guys. You know, after I got my fill. For now, dancing along to "Damned if I Do Ya, Damned if I Don't" while I cooked up some mac n cheese was enough to tide me over. It was the familiar ring of my cellphone that ruined my jovial state, though, begrudgingly pausing the song and answering the call.

"Y/N...." sobbed the voice of my mother on the other line. She was such a strong woman. Her voice was so broken.. something terrible had to have happened.

"Mom?! Are you okay?" I rushed, my hand unconsciously tightening around the phone.

"It's your father, he... There was an accident...." there was a pause, perhaps the longest few seconds of my life, "he... he's gone.." the words were finally choked out, and I could feel myself break.

"I have to go.." I started, hanging up the phone on my poor, distraught mother. For now, I didn't cry. In fact, on the outside I probably looked emotionless. A pain spread through my chest, though, the kind of feeling you get when you've been rejected-- like your heart is suffering with you.

Leaving the cooking macaroni-- and my phone dropped onto the hard wood floor, I sauntered into the dark hallway bathroom, fitting myself snuggly between the toilet and the tub.

Surely daddy could not be dead. No, no he was not dead. There was no way on Earth that my dad was dead. I was just dreaming, and a pinch of my arm would do the trick!

No such luck... I wasn't dreaming... and my daddy was dead, and this was real life.

Tangling my fingers in my hair, I stared blankly into the dark abyss of the bathroom, trying desperately to hold onto some sort of sanity... but sanity is a hard thing to hold when you're all alone, and the world is trying to suffocate you.
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Jack's P.O.V

"Yeah, see ya!" I cheered, waving as my buds drove off. Usually, I would've had a couple drinks with the guys, but I was planning to hang out with y/n after, and I didn't want to make her deal with a drunken Jack. Besides, she was making mac n cheese!

Well, that's what I thought. When I peered into the pot of burned macaroni, I immediately turned the stove off, fanning out the smoke desperately.

What the hell? "y/n?" I called. Surely she wouldn't have forgotten to turn the stove off. She's not that careless..

Turning the corner, I saw her phone on the ground, with a couple of cracks etched into the screen. Now I was worried. "...y/n?" I called cautiously, as if the answer might turn around to bite me.

Traveling down the dark hall, I saw legs poking out inside the bathroom. "y/n?! Are you okay?!" I called, flipping the lights on and stumbling into the bathroom.

Gently, I untangled her hands from her hair, lifting her up and into my chest. "Babe.. what happened? Are you hurt?"

I felt a soft nod into my chest, causing me to pull the girl I loved tighter into my chest.

I was about to ask what happened when I soft murmur caused me to halt

"Daddy's dead..."

I didn't know what to say.. what to do... y/n was the one who is good at comforting people. She always knows what to do and now she needs me and...

"Oh god... y/n.." I whined, cradling her head gently with one hand, kissing the top of it gently as though one disturbance might break her to pieces.

Carefully, I lifted her into my arms, carrying the two of us to the couch and discarding my shoes on the floor.

I laid down on the couch, pulling y/n into my chest so that she was facing me and allowing her to gently cry into my chest.

"I'm so, so sorry... I promise, you'll get through this. I'll carry you through this if I have to.. I love you." I whispered into the top of her head, pressing my lips gently into her disheveled hair.

Notes

Eh, just a little thing I thought up. I hope you guys like it, though! Even though it's sad.