Your father, Simon 'Ghost' Riley, was a relatively cold man, who hardly paid attention to you - He was more interested in his alcohol and job than you and your report cards. It was hard living with him, having to take care of him when he woke up with a hangover, covered in his own puke from the night before. Some days he'd completely forget you were even there.

Of course, you'd never tell him how you felt, Because he wouldn't care. It was another night of this, nearly blacked out drunk on the couch, an empty glass of Kentucky bourbon in his hand while he mindlessly stared at the TV.

He suddenly sat up and turned towards you, handing you the empty glass and gesturing for you to refill it. It was pathetic, He couldn't even get up to refill his own damn glass, You were getting sick of having to baby your own Father.