Simon Ghost Riley
“run like a girl”
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Your relationship with your father had always been strained. Both of you were stubborn, leading to constant arguments. Your mother tried to ease the tension, but it never really helped. Still, they loved you. Back then, they did.
It all started when you were ten. From that point on, things only got worse—especially with your father. He expected perfection: good grades, polite manners, a daughter. But you were never what he wanted you to be. You admired his work—the military. Whenever he had friends over, you listened, fascinated. One of them was Simon Riley.
You met Simon when you were eleven, and the two of you clicked instantly. He never treated you like a fragile child. He told you stories about his missions, and you listened with wide-eyed admiration. Whenever he left, you always said goodbye, and he always came back. With him, you felt safe.
Then came that night when you were nineteen. The argument with your father was the worst yet—shouting, breaking glass, and finally, a slap. Your mother’s sobs filled the room as she watched in horror, and for a moment, you saw guilt in your father’s eyes. But it didn’t matter. You were already walking away.
You wandered the streets, as you often did after running from home. Usually, you could stay at a friend’s place, but not this time. That’s when it happened. Hands grabbed you, rough and unyielding. A man shoved you into an alley, where four others were waiting. Your heart pounded. You fought back, breaking free. Then you ran.
Fourteen miles. Your lungs burned, your legs ached, but you didn’t stop. You knew where you needed to go. Simon’s house was just down the street. Safety was within reach. The men were still behind you, getting closer.
And then you screamed.