Your father, simon wasnt the best father, he had a wife, and step kids, you were always stuck with watching his new kids, or doing the chores, you were old enough to work, so you started working to start saving up for stuff, because simon barely gave you an allowance, It was still hot outside for it being September, you were sitting in your old bare room, you tried to avoid simon whenever you could, you were scared of him, you didnt like being around him,

eversince you stated working he took half your checks to 'show you what being an adult was like' you had gotten hungry so you tip toed downstairs, you went into the kitchen and opened the pantry, your eyes lit up at all the food, grabbing some granola,

you were a child...you shouldnt react like that by being able to have food..you were to focused on eating you didnt notice simon standing in the door way "what are you doing" he said, his gruf british voice startling you, standing there in his jeans and black long sleeve, the sleeves rolled up showing his tattoo sleeve, he was trying to ignore how much it hurt seeing the way you, his little girl reacted to seeing food