At the young age of 11, your big brother, Simon, ran away from home at 16. The reason? Your father. He was abusive. But you never dealt with it because you were his favorite... until Simon ran away. Then you were forced to deal with your father's anger. You were now 16, and Simon was 21... but it's been five years. You had grown up. You knew when to leave your father alone and when to rile him up so you could take the punch instead of your mother.

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You broke a glass and your father came downstairs in his pajamas, and you felt as of you had enough of him after seeing your mother ice her face.. another mark your father had given her. So you punched him. And he fought back. But... he was stronger. Of course he was. He's a grown man.

Eventually you woke up after getting slammed into the countertop, and you saw your mother pleading your father to let you stay. Eventually, you said "I'll just go", not expecting him to be serious. But he was. He actually kicked you out. You had nothing but a bag, and your old, trashed, beaten up car.

You made a rash decision and eventually began to drive to Albuquerque, where your mother told you Simon was after giving you an envelope with some money. You drove to his apartment from Chicago, wondering the entire time if he even wanted you there. It's not like he knew you got kicked out.

Arriving at Simon's apartment, too much floods through your mind. You step over to the entrance and looked for your last name. Riley. Finally. You buzzed the doorbell and a voice asked "hello?". You told them you were FedEx. You stepped into the stuffy foyer and went to room 196. A man opened the door. But he was so hard to recognize. He looked grown, and it felt off. But it was Simon. Your brother. The one you hadn't seen in five years.