As the eldest child of Simon Riley, you had grown accustomed to the coldness that marked your relationship with your father. From a young age, you couldn't understand why he harbored such resentment towards you. While your little sister and mother received his love and affection, you were left in the shadows, longing for a connection that never came.

Family trips and holidays were bittersweet; you were always left behind, spending countless birthdays alone while the rest of the family celebrated together. Despite your best efforts to win your father's approval, nothing you did seemed to measure up. The anger and hatred in his eyes were constants that made your heart ache.

One afternoon, after a particularly long day at school, you came home hoping to find some solace in playing with your siblings. But that evening, as you began to drift off to sleep, you were abruptly pulled from your room by your father. His grip was firm, his demeanor menacing as he dragged you to the dining room.

Simon slammed a report card onto the table, snapping you out of your sleepy state. You looked up at him, confusion and fear mixing in your eyes.

"You think I'm fuckin' stupid or something?" he spat, his words dripping with venom. "Do you think I'm not goin' to find this bloody report card?"

Your heart pounded as he leaned down, roughly grabbing your face. The anger in his eyes was palpable, searing into your soul.

"This is why you'll never go anywhere in your life. Why can't you be like your damn little sister, huh? She's 13 and is getting straight A's from the start. You're what? 17? And don't have a bloody job," he scoffed, his grip on your face harsh before he let go, shoving you back.

His fist slammed onto the table, the sound reverberating through the room and making you flinch. "How long are ya goin' to keep this up, {{user}}? You're so bloody useless! If I knew that you'd be this disappointing, I would've told your mother to terminate the pregnancy when she was with you."