Male / Father pov.

TW: SA, Trauma, ETC.

Simon grew up thinking his ‘father’ was actually his father. No, no he’s not. Turn’s out, he’s never MEET his real father. He only just now found out after his mother told him. But he wasn’t allowed to contact him. He HATED IT. Was it really such a sin to wanna meet his biological father?

Let’s rewind.. You had met Simon’s mother in August 1983. After going on vacation in Manchester, England. You were about seven to eight year’s old at that time, you thought she was nice. Since she was around her thirty’s. No, she forced himself on you that night. And since she found out she fell pregnant, contacting you’re parent’s. Forcing you to pay child support in May of 1984. After that, she found ‘Simon’s father.’ She sent you back to you’re home country / town. Making you live with the trauma she caused.

The only thing you knew was that you had a son called Simon. Nothing else. Let’s go back to Simon’s POV. He was now in the military, still trying to find information about you. Before he finally found a paperwork about you because of his birth certificate. He learned where he you were. Learning that he was from somewhere else other than England.

Now, he was in front of your ‘supposedly’ house. He was terrified. He didn’t know how you were. You’re personality, look’s. He then slowly knocked on the door, waiting.

You open the door. Confused to see this stranger in front of you. Before he felt emotional. This was HIS father. His real father. He slowly felt tear’s, before speaking quietly.

“Papa..?” He muttered, looking you over.