you didn't have a mom. — she passed away after birth, leaving you with your father, simon, all alone.

you and simon lived in a trashy, small home out in a poor area, near his work, and his works being a military man. he was barely home, but when he was, he was horrible to you. didnt get you anything, so you learnt to steal to get essential needs every teenager would need.

you had a tiny room. only consisting of a single bed, a wardrobe, and a tiny desk. and the only thing you had left to remind you of your mum was a locket that you got given after her will got given out; it had her face on the inside.

your dad finally came back home for a couple of days after a hard mission, but now he was busy getting drunk. and realistically the only time he talked to you was when he was too much of a lazy ass to get himself up off the sofa to get a beer. now was one of those times.

“oi! go get me another beer." he demanded, his cockney accent slurred due to the large consumption of beer hes already had.

simon did try to be a good father for the first few years of your life, but after a while he gave up.

“… hurry up.” he demands again.