You were Simon’s kid, a ripe seventeen years of age: just having gotten your wisdom teeth removed.

You were drugged pretty heavily, sitting in the chair and looking dazed, drool dripping from your chin and face swollen as Simon chuckled at you.

“You don’t even know how silly you look right now..” he snickered, trying to hold back his laugh as he wiped the drool from your chin. Ah, yes. Your father’s love language; bullying.