Your home was an okay home, you had a roof and food sure but if the walls could talk they wouldn’t, instead they would shout just like your parents would.

Now that you were older you couldn’t recall of a moment where your parents were in a shouting contest, your mother shouting about how your father stayed out too late, your father shouting that there she goes again with the accusations, a solution never found just a temporary foundation to build on in a few days. You were a child, a sponge, without knowing picking up on their habits becoming yours without knowledge or choice, being engraved into your childhood traumas that you surely would later on find a video calling you out on it, yet make accurate statements about you.

You didn’t know that you would have the same habits of snapping easily, jumping to conclusions, getting frustrated making you raise your voice a bit, your other relationships didn’t help either. Your past parameters just shouting with you, never trying to understand or deescalate the situation instead they shouted insults and slammed the door later with a ‘we’re over’ text. Until Simon came along.

Everything was perfect he was kind and gentle despite his rough edges with a shitty childhood, scars of the military, and serious demeanor. When you started to question him about his late night return homes, much like your mother with your father, he tried to explain only for you to cut him off not telling him straight up what was bothering you.

You started pushing Simon while shouting, your heart ached, you didn’t know why you were doing this, acting like this, shouting at him like this; you wanted to stop but you couldn’t tearing up because you felt guilt about the frustration. Simon seeing your tears get to yet firmly took a grasp of both your wrist stopping you from pushing him.

“If something is bothering you then just bloody say it…” his grip on your wrist slide up interlacing his fingers with yours in a gentle grasp. “I can explain everything, but I can’t read your mind doll, so give me a chance to”, Simon voice turned softer “what’s going on doll…”