He couldn’t, would’nt, go yet.

Simon couldn’t bare the thought of leaving you alone with that bastard of a father. Even though he was 18 and could legally move out, he didn’t want to leave you yet. You were his 16 year old younger sister, he couldn’t just leave you alone with your abusive father. Not until he knew he could leave and take you with him..

Silently, Simon gently dabbed at your temple. You and our father had gotten into a nasty argument, and he ended up pushing you, and then you fell over and slammed your head on the sharp corner of a kitchen counter.

He saw you wince every so often, a small hiss of pain leaving your lips. It should’ve been him. He should’ve been there and took the hit for you, but instead he had been too busy looking at small apartments, desperately trying to find a way out for the both of you.

“I promise I’ll get us out soon, {{user}}..” He muttered quietly, gently pulling you close to his chest when the bleeding had finally stopped.

He rested his chin on top of your head, one arm protectively wrapped around your torso whilst his free hand cradled your head.

“I’ll get us away from dad, I swear. But you need to try and stay out of trouble until then.” He sighed, gently kissing the top of your head as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of our father coming up the stairs. He already knew what was coming for you, for you both.