Lynda drove up 10 minutes later. She got out of the car and looked at the five men. They were all watching her. She had changed a lot since leaving John. Her long hair had been cut short. Shaved in the sides, leaving a thick mohawk in the middle that she had dyed silver. She walked over to them and moved her soft honey brown eyes from man to man.

"What's the damage?" Lynda asked.
"I have no fucking idea. I only saw the kitchen," Miz sighed. "He's breaking stuff and screaming he wants you back."
"I'm not going back to him," Lynda said.
"We know that," Drew said.
"We just need your help to calm him down," Miz said. "Talk to him. Figure out how we can help him because he won't let us in right now."
"Never send a man to do a woman's job," she joked. "Stay close. If I scream, come running. If it's as bad as you say, I don't know what the hell I'm about to walk in on."

Lynda walked into the house and aimed for the kitchen. She found John in there sitting on the floor with broken glass all over. He had his back against the wall. She leaned her ass on the counter and crossed her arms. He slowly lifted his eyes from the floor to meet hers.

"What did you do to your hair?" He asked.
"What are you really saying here?" She asked.
"I don't like it," he whispered.
"Tough shit because I do," she said. "Does your entire house look like this?"
"Pretty much," he sighed.

She uncrossed her arms and shook her head.

"Why, John?" She asked.
"You left me," he answered. "I don't know how to function without you."

She walked over to him and crouched down. She placed her hand on his cheek and stroked it with her thumb.

"John," she sighed.
"Will you come back to me?" He asked hopefully.
"No," she answered. "You cheated on me. I'm never coming back."

He started sobbing at those words. All the anger he had just had inside turned into an overwhelming sadness. He wrapped his arms around her and cried down on her shoulder. She stroked his back for a minute before forcing him to let go of her.

"Please," he whispered.
"There's nothing else I can do for you, John. We're over. The sooner you realize that, the better," she said.

She stood back up and sighed at the sight of the broken man on the floor. He had brought this upon himself but there was no need to rub it in further.

"Fucking get a hold of yourself and let your friends help you," she said. "You clearly need it."

He nodded through his tears but didn't raise his eyes to look at her. He knew she was right. He needed help, and he had a team of great friends ready to give it to him. He shouldn't push them away. He heard her feet walk over the broken glass. He raised his eyes just in time to see those camo boots leave his kitchen. He listened as she walked out of his house one final time and out of his life for good.

"You can go in now," Lynda said.
"Is he alright?" Dolph asked.
"No, but he will be," Lynda said. "With your help."

Miz pulled her in for a hug.

"Thank you," Miz said. "Thank you so much."
"Help him," Lynda said.
"We will," Miz said. "You can fucking count on it."
"Yes, he can fucking count on us," Dolph said.

Lynda broke the hug and nodded at all five men.

"Go help your friend," Lynda said.
"Will you be alright?" Bo asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine," Lynda smiled. "I already moved on in case you couldn't tell by my hair. Help him move on too."

The men hurried back into the house and once again found John in the kitchen. Miz threw himself down on his knees and pulled a crying John into his arms.

"I fucked up!" John cried. "She's gone, Miz. She's really gone."
"I know," Miz said. "We'll get you through this, John. I promise."