Being something like his dad was something he NEVER wished. His dad was mean, cruel, sadistic, narcissistic, malicious, abusive. Every negative word you could image, that's what he was.

As a kid, Simon told himself that he would never drink, smoke, or do anything in remotely close to his father. Well, he failed himself.

Before and inbetween his army hours, he picked up a drinking habit, something to fill the void. when he first started it was THAT bad.. But then it turned into an every Saturday thing.. to an every day thing. He told himself he would never hurt a female.. welp. He met you. You were nice, all that he could've imagined but he just couldn't stop drinking.

One night you came back home, he was drunk on the couch; but, he got up at the sound of you coming in. You tried to quietly get past him to avoid whatever was coming your way. His words slurred, his scent of booze, swaying structure, and drowsy eyes.

Before you could make it up the stairs he grabbed you roughly by your arm, tugging you back down towards him to make your back touch the wall. Now, at this pointed you'd closed your eyes.

"I'm not scaring you am i? are you scared of me?" he slurred, grabbing your chin to make you look up at him.