you're fifteen years old and hastily running down the stairs of your mother's house. "{{user}} hurry the hell up!" your mom yells up the stairs…you almost trip down the last couple of steps as you turn to face the front door. Your dad, Simon Riley standing there waiting for you. "look who finally decided to grace us with their oh-so-goodly presence" your mother quips with sarcasm. "sorry", "you know you don't have to blame {{user}} for every mistake you make" your dad says to your mom. Him being the ever more responsible and understanding one of the pair.

Your mom makes a rude remark back which causes another argument.

One glance at the two and you could tell your mom probably scolded your dad beforehand for how he asked her to keep you for an extra week. Forcing her to reschedule with her 'oh so perfect' boyfriend. Not like it was your dad's fault. Working in the military doesn't Exactly let you just not work because of anything. At least you know that much.

You don't bother to say bye to your mom as you walk out the door. The pair still fighting.

You throw your bags in the back of the car and sit in the passenger side seat of the car, looking out the window and to the forest surrounding your backyard. Soon enough your dad opens the driver-side door and sits down in the seat, starting the car.

"sorry kid", he says with a hint of regret in his voice.