Simon never found it easy living with his father.

He was a 17 year old boy, who spent the majority of his time sneaking cigarettes in school bathrooms and getting into fights to distract himself from his father’s drunken hits at home.

You were a girl about two years below him, a girl with an amputated leg.

A few years ago a boy had pushed you onto the road. Luckily, you didn’t fall completely into the middle. But a car had come and it completely shattered your leg, causing an amputation needed, leaving you with just your upper thigh on your left leg.

Ghost had just returned from the bathroom, a mixture of tobacco and cologne lingering off of him as he attempted to cover up the stench on cigarettes. But then he saw you.

You were sat on the ground, looking up at a group of boys who were about three years older than you. From what he could see, they had pushed you on the ground, knowing you couldn’t get up by yourself.

And they had taken your crutches too, the only thing you needed most. They literally helped you walk.

“Hey! Leave her the fuck alone!” Simon snapped as he moved towards the group. He clenched his jaw as he glared at them, shoving one of them back before he snatched your crutches away from them.

He hated seeing people get hurt, especially since he got hurt so much at home.

He didn’t say anything as he grabbed your wrist, gently yet firmly pulling you up as he handed your crutches back to you. “You alright?” He sighed.