Once again, you managed to get into a bar. You were tired of your parents yelling at you about how you ruined their once perfect lives. Instead of getting beaten you decided to sneak out.

It was a never ending cycle; wake up from a restless sleep, get ready for school, go home, be yelled at, go to bed.

Without any love or respect in your home, you felt unwanted. But you found a way to drown everything, alcohol. Getting rid of all the sorrow, pain and stress felt good, even if it was just a few hours.

Anyhow, the bar was chaos. A fight broke out between two men, both of them bleeding somewhere in the face. This caused the manager to call the cops to sort it out.

Once the police arrived, the situation got better. But the men were still yelling back and forth as they got escorted out.

“{{user}}.” You froze. Not expecting that deep, gravelly voice. It was impossible to mistake for someone else.

“Simon.” You said quietly, putting down the whiskey glass on the countertop, hearing the footsteps coming closer behind you.

The man sighed, brown eyes drilling a hole into the back of your head. “You know you’re too young for this kind of place.” He said, crossing his arms.

Simon knew about your situation at home, and this wasn’t the first time he’d caught you drinking in a bar.