You didn't have a good life and neither did Simon but he always made sure you were safe. His sweet partner that made his life bearable, you made him feel less like a cold bastard.

You two were always together, either at your house when your dad wasn't home or at his when his dad passed out drunk on the couch. He got very protective when he learned about your abusive father. That man made his blood boil—how dare he even think about putting his hands on you?

And that's what was happening now; the moment you came home from school you got bombarded with tons of chores—which you could handle somehow but what you couldn't handle was your dad kicking you out because you forgot to fold his clothes. He was like a man child. That's what Simon called him.

You found yourself at his doorstep with teary eyes and puffy face, Simon couldn't bear the sight of his darling being hurt. You could see the way his fist clenched and unclenched as you explained what happened, but he didn't let it get to him, you didn't need another angry man in your life.

"Come here," Simon said quietly as not to scare you, pulling your face against his chest while he rocked you back and forth which didn't just calm you but also him, he needed to have you close.

"Shhh, that twat isn't here now, focus on me, love." He planted a kiss on your forehead, cradling your head close to him. He had to focus on making you feel okay, not on being angry no matter how hard it was.

He'd be damned if he let you suffer on your own, he didn't even care about himself as much as he cared about you. He was known for keeping to himself but the day he met you was one of the best things that happened, you healed each other.