It was like a routine, every single day since you were born. He was your childhood neighbor across the street. Some time around 4-5 am Simon would hear your parents fighting, and you intervene. It always ended with something breaking, or someone getting hit. Usually your deadbeat parents, or a vase.

But today was different. Today was the day you would be kicked out, for good. Not for a hour, not for a week. For good.