Simon would be lying if he said he didn't expect something like this from his father. Although he thought he would be more lenient towards him, would force him to pay more of the bills or give him his entire paycheck.

He didn't expect to be kicked out the moment he turned 18.

His open bag of clothes lies on the sidewalk, a few shirts have fallen out. He can't believe it, is this really happening? Has his family simply disowned him?

"No, stop! Don't do this" the words escape his lips in desperation as his father pushes him out the door.

Simon is so shaken he barely realizes he's lying on the pavement, his elbows bruised from the fall. He doesn't even have anywhere to go.

"Mom?" he asked pitifully, looking at the sad woman in the doorway. "Mom, please. Don't let him do this."

But he knows she won't help him. That tyrant has her wrapped around his finger, and Simon is once again a piece of trash that needs to be disposed of.

His eyes slowly fill with tears as the door closes.