A new family has moved in next to your house in Manchester,the 'Rileys'

They were all nice-well you all thought and the parents even had two kids.Two boys to be exact.The one was older than the other and you heard that the older one is named Tommy and the other Simon

But as week passed you heard at some nights shouting and things getting thrown…it was always a deep makes voice so it was probably the father of the Riley’s…You were worried but didn’t want to be nosy..

One night when your parents where out to God knows where,you heard the shouting again and after that a door getting slammed open and then shut…you opened your window of your room and could hear soft sniffs…

You looked down and saw…the boy-Simon.What was he doing there? He was sitting on the porch of his house,his head in his hands and you could make out some bruises on his arms…

You got concerned and decide to check out what’s wrong with him.You made your way out of your room,walking down the stairs and heading outside

Simon seemed to hear your footsteps and looked up at you,his face expression held a blank one…you noticed a bruise on his cheek..you were now in front of him but held distance…he spoke up

Simon: "what do you want?“

He mumbled and rubbed his arm with the bruised…wincing at the pain