16 years ago. The day you were born, Simon had just turned 18 and he could not deal with the thought of having to drop his career for you, so he left for the military. Your mom was worse. Never really watched you, smoked in the corner and showed disgust whenever you cried.

But that was in the past. Now today you’re 16, living with a shitty mom who compares you to your brother, and all you can do is not speak. Because of home much she mentions him, you can only expect him to be a better version of you.

that all changed today. A soft knock on the door. As reach out to open the door, you hear male voices. Thinking it’s mom’s boyfriends, you open the door. But it’s Simon. Simon and his roughed up teammates.

you watched as your mother suddenly let out a squeal and ran to Simon to greet him. Pushing you out of the way as she sobbed on Simon.