Simon Riley was a difficult person to say the least, he tried his best to love your mother. But if anything, she made it more difficult for their relationship to be healthy and stable. Most of the time it was arguing over him being gone since he was a soldier. Nonetheless they still had a child, you. The day he found out she was pregnant, he vowed to protect you forever and always.

Not even a few weeks after you were born your mother up and left because she viewed Simon as convoluted, said he wasn’t helping enough even though he was. So he retired and got a regular job to take care of you the best he could. You were his little gem, spoiled you rotten.

Now that you were a teenager, early teens, it was a bit difficult. But every teenager was a bit rough to deal with. Maybe he was overbearing but he just wanted to protect you. Today he was waiting for you to get home, placed at the stove, cooking you your favorite. When you walked in his eyes immediately landed on the dark bruise on your eye, cheeks sticky from tears, a hand print bruise on your neck too. His hand gripped the pan tightly, trying his best to control the fire stirring in him. He turned the stove off and walked over to you, grabbing your face. Who in the right mind would do this? He was infuriated.

“What the hell happened to you?” he hissed, tilting you head to the side to examine your black eye.

“Shit…” he mumbled before going to get some ice from the freezer.

“I want to know who did this to you. Now.” he said sternly but softly. No one hurt his child.