I'm Back {Simon&&Jessie}

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It had been a year since Jessie last saw her brother. Before today, it had been nine months since she last saw anyone of her friends or family members. A year ago, she started dating a guy named Rhys. He had graduated with Simon, but he stayed back in San Diego to work odd end jobs. He still hung around the high school, and he had his eye on Jessie. Jessie couldn't resist  the charm of the local bad boy. She thought, just like every other girl in the world thinks, she could change the bad boy into a good boy with an edge. She thought he would be willing to change just for her; to suit her. Boy, was she wrong. 

The first three months were fine. Sure, there were little things like him ignoring her to play video games or things like him not acknowledging her presence in front of his friends. Then, things started escalating from there. He would start verbally abusing her in the privacy of each other. He convinced her to move in with him, and then he started verbally abusing her in front of his friends. He started telling her how awful she was, and how she didn't matter to anyone. He told her how he was the only one who would ever love her. She stopped talking to her friends and family. Around month six, he started hitting her, smacking her around. He always apologized, and she believed him. But today, while she was at her waitressing job, her mom and dad came to visit her. She was embarrassed and reluctant to see them, but when her mom hugged her, she broke down. They told her how everything was going to be okay, and how they were going to send her to New York to be with Simon. She wanted her to get away from Rhys. She hoped that doing this would make her stronger and realize that she didn't need to be in a relationship like that. 

So, at three in the morning, she was standing at her brother's doorstep, luggage and backpack sitting next to her. She knocked on his door, hoping he would answer. She didn't really want to sleep on the hallway floor of this apartment building tonight. She just wanted to sleep on a couch. At least she would feel safe in the little apartment, surrounded by the comfort of a different city. 

"Simon? It's Jessie. I promise I'm not going to break in. Well, unless you don't open this door. I think I have a credit card in here... somewhere..."

She said, muttering at the end. She opened her wallet, trying to find one of the credit cards she wouldn't mind breaking if it came to that point. 

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New York had been the fresh start that Simon had needed when he’d been still searching, still trying to himself. He’d been young and didn’t know where he wanted his life to go. He was still young but now he knew what he wanted from the future. And these days he was chasing that dream down in New York. It was as good a place as any to start. It was far enough from home that he had to do things on his own but it was close enough that if he really needed to, it was a weekend drive away. But Simon was doing good. In fact, he was thriving, which was always good to know about yourself. He honestly hadn’t been sure if he would be able to make it but it’s been a while now and he was excelling in the big apple.

He loved his job, mixing drinks, talking sports and women with the men, flirting and talking about men with the women. The chats and flirty smiles got him the better tips and he wasn’t above selling his gender out to give advice when it needed to be given; anything to make sure there was a little something in his savings account. His only problem with the move, was the lack of familial contact. He’d been so close to Jessie and their parents and with the move, he didn’t hear from them as often as he would have liked. He understood that his parents were trying to give him space, let him lead his own life without their interference but a phone call once a week wasn’t really enough. He probably sounded like a mama’s boy but he loved his family, they had been close since forever. To be so far away from them was a little weird at times.

He hadn’t been meant to work that night. But someone called in sick and Simon had been asked to cover most of the shift. He wouldn’t be there until close, but it would be late enough. Still when the time came around, Simon switched out and after gathering his things, headed back to his apartment, wide awake and wired for sound. It was a good thing he was more of a night owl and didn’t really need much sleep. He could sit at his desk and work through to the early hours and maybe find his bed before the sunrise. Maybe he could get a couple hours sleep before his body decided it was time for him to see daylight. Thank god it was going to be Saturday when he woke up. No classes and nothing to do until after the sunset. Simon was stifling a yawn when he stepped around the corner, his apartment in sight; along with his sister, muttering something. “Credit card won’t work on a deadbolt, Jess.” Simon said, pulling his keys free and jingling them in front of him as he walked forward, automatically pulling his sister into his arms. “Not that I’m not pleased to see you or anything but what are you doing here? At my apartment? In New York?” He asked, stepping away to unlock the pair of locks on his door.

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As much as Jessie loved traveling, she had never been on the east coast before. She hadn't realized how cold and snowy it was going to be. She had pants and sweatshirts, of course, but mostly because she liked feeling comfortable in them. They just weren't thick enough to battle this bitter cold New York harvested! She was glad Simon's apartment was in a building. The hallway was warm, but not as warm as she wanted it to be. She felt goosebumps rising up on her arms and legs, her toes and fingers numb from the cold walk here. In fact, her shoes and socks were wet from the piles of snow she had encountered. Luckily for her, the sidewalks were pretty well treated in this city, which meant she hadn't slipped. It probably would've been a good thing if she had slipped. Then she could've explained the fading bruises on her arms and torso. There was only one on her legs, which showed, but she could easily come up with an excuse for that one that Simon would accept. 

Just as she was about to give up, she heard her brother's voice, and before she knew it, she was wrapped in his warm arms once more. Jessie was tiny, standing at five feet, one inch, so she came up to Simon's chest. When he hugged her, she buried her face in his itchy coat, missing her big brother. She wasn't one for showing her feelings very much, but right now, she couldn't help it. Tears spilled from her eyes. Right now, in the very moment, she knew she was safe. She knew she wouldn't have to go back to Rhys; she knew she would never be hit again. When he pulled away to unlock the door, she wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. 

"Well, why the fuck do you have a deadbolt on your door, Simon?"

She muttered, wiping at her eyes more, hoping Simon didn't notice her stream of tears. 

"And why did you choose the coldest place on the planet to live? Have you ever walked in this weather with shorts on? I bet not. It's terrible."

She rambled. She couldn't wait to get inside and just sit down. All of her worries and anxiety were escaping now that Simon was here, and she was starting to get really tired and weak. Her legs were shaking slightly, not enough to be noticeable, but enough for her to feel it. She just wanted to change into something warmer and cuddle up on his couch with a blanket. 

"What? A sister can't just randomly show up unannounced? At three in the morning?"

She joked, tears now stopping. She smiled at her brother. 

"I just missed you and wanted to come see what New York was like. That's all."

She lied, leaning her head from side to side, neck cracking as she did so. 

"But I think the better question is why the hell are you not inside sleeping? It's three in the morning, dude."

She questioned, hoping to turn the subject to her brother instead of herself. 
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New York was definitely the fresh start Simon had needed. In New York he'd been able to change his entire perspective of people and become more open to friendships without waiting for the other shoe to drop. Back in San Diego the names his friends called him now, teasingly, playfully, had been meant as insults. Of course when the city they had lived in held one of the biggest Comic Conventions in the world, he didn't think of it as an insult. In fact, he was quite proud of his comic and superhero knowledge. He hadn't been able to do a whole lot growing up thanks to his severe allergies but after he'd gotten control of it and grew out of them, it made things easier and that made the taunting slow down. It never quite stopped but only the rudest people ever said anything about it. At least in New York he wasn't treated like some freakshow when he started talking about this hero vs that one, people actually joined in! It was a far cry from San Diego, that's for damn sure.

Simon barely spared his sister from the bland look. "Because I live in New York. You're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy." He said sarcastically. New York most definitely not their quiet suburb back in San Diego. New York was loud, it was crowded and since Simon moved there, he'd spoken to one neighbour. The neighbour across the way, who was closing in on seventy, found out he was a student living alone and showed up randomly with casserole dishes or lasagna with cooking instructions. From what he could gather from their short conversations, her grandchildren didn't live in the state at all and she loved New York too much to move closer to them. She often joked that she would probably croak in a day or two. Simon laughed it off especially considering she was very well for her age and combined with the simple fact that when she had first introduced herself to Simon, he had thought she was in her early fifties.

"I was sick of the year round sun." Simon said, shaking his head. He made quick work of both the deadbolt and the other lock before pushing the heavy door open and allowing Jessie to move in ahead of him into the apartment. He tossed his keys into the silly decorative plate on the stupid decorative table by the door Thea and Deryn talked him into buying; because the kitchen counter wasn't an acceptable spot to put one's house keys. He thought it had been and he'd been feeling that way since he'd moved into the apartment! "Not when said sister is supposed to be on the other side of the country." He pointed out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and setting it on the table as well before removing his coat. He'd dropped that phone already because he'd forgotten to take it from his pocket before trying to take his jacket off to put it away. "Don't pull that bullshit line with me, Jess. I know better than that." He said, calling her on the lie she'd just told him. He'd learned early on what her tells were and had always known when she'd been lying to him. Their parents might have bought some of the garbage that she threw at them but he hadn't; ever.

Simon shook his head and pointed down the hall. "Nope. Nice try. First door on the left, second drawer. Put some sweats on for Christ's sake, you're freezing me out." He said as he kicked his shoes off, trading them for the slippers his mother had given him at Christmas. San Diego was three hours behind New York, so he sent a quick text message to his mother when Jessie was out of sight. A simple text, three little numbers; 411. Whenever she got the message, she would either call or send another back to him, knowing he wanted to know something before he really confronted his sister about her random appearance.

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"You're such a nerd."

Jessie replied to him making a Wizard of Oz pun. She was doing it in a joking manner, to tease him. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head at her brother. He had always been a dork. and she loved that about him. If he wouldn't have been a nerd, she wouldn't have gotten into comic books and superheros, which would mean she would never have learned how to draw or paint. Comic books were how she learned how to draw. She sat down with them and just copied the pictures over and over again until she got really good at it. 

"How do you get sick of the sun?"

She asked him. Sure, Jessie had paler skin, but that didn't mean she didn't love the sunshine. She just prefered going out at night, and when the weather was this cold out, it was hard to go out at night. At least in san Diego, she didn't have to wear a coat and scarf to go outside at night. All she had to wear was a tank top and shorts, maybe a little jacket. That's what she loved to wear. Shorts and tank tops. She didn't really enjoy pants or bulky coats. But, if she wanted to stay away from Rhys, she might just have to get used to it. 

As Jessie walked into his apartment, she set her things down near the doorway. She was hoping Simon hadn't gotten a roommate or anything like that. She really didn't feel like sharing her brother right now. She wanted to be alone with him and just be herself again. She felt that Simon was the only person who truly knew her, and that he was the only person (besides their parents) who accepted her as she was. 

"Maybe I wanted a change of pace! Did you think of that?"

She snapped, getting a little grumpy at him. 

"Maybe I traveled all this way to get a hug from my big brother. San Diego isn't the same with you gone."

She said, a little more sadness in her voice. She looked down at her sleeves, scratching at the fabric. These words were true. She knew that if Simon were still in San Diego with her, she wouldn't have gotten together with Rhys. She knew that she wouldn't have been a victim of domestic violence. She knew that he would've gone to the ends of the Earth to protect her and make sure she was fine. And she really had wanted a hug from him. Not the whimpy one he gave her at the door, but a real hug. One where she would break down and cry, and he would tell her that everything was going to be alright because he was there for her. 

She rolled her eyes as he spoke again, making her way to his room while mimicking the words he had spoken with a strange look on her face. She opened up his dresser, taking out a pair of sweatpants. She quickly changed into them, then she rummaged around for some socks. Her's had gotten soaked on her journey here. She took them off, hanging them on the door knob to dry. She finally found his socks, and she placed two pairs on her tiny feet, hoping they would get feeling back in them soon. She made her way back out to the living room, rolling her eyes again at her brother. 

"You don't have to sneak your information from mom anymore."

She grumbled, standing next to him. 

"You just have to give me a few minutes to greet you and shit before interrogating me."

She told him, crossing her arms over her chest, looking down at her feet with a sigh. She knew he would find out eventually, so she might as well tell him.

"Look, Si..."

She started, reaching to grab his hands. 

"I'll tell you everything. Can we just sit on the couch with some coffee or hot chocolate. Whatever shit you drink here to warm yourself up?"

She asked, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes. 


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[Simon Arden Whitley]

Simon had wanted Jessie to move to New York with him when he’d moved. But she had wanted to stick around San Diego. Simon didn’t know why, she assumed it was because she wanted to hang out with her friends a little longer, maybe save up some money before moving to the East Coast. Either way, Simon was giving his little sister some space, so she could figure herself out. He knew who he was, what he wanted and how to get it. “I know. It’s how I’m going to earn a living.” He pointed out. It was thanks to his love of all things nerdy that was going to get him places. It didn’t hurt that he actually knew what he was doing and his work was stellar, if he did say so himself. “Endless sunshine gets dull and I actually like how there are actual seasons here.” He said conversationally. And it was true. San Diego basically had two seasons, summer and hurricane seasons. So really, they had one reason with a couple months that were more prone to rain.

He liked the rain more than the sunshine, had wished endlessly for those short off-season months to roll around so he could actually do things that didn’t involve tanning or playing volleyball on the beach. For someone who had spent most of his childhood practically locked away in his house, being able to actually get out and do things was something he craved. “I’m sure there were better flights, ones where I knew you were coming so you didn’t have to try to break into my house at three in the morning.” He said, with a shake of his head. If he had known she was coming, he could have taken the time off, gone to get her, something. He wasn’t too fond of her walking through the city on her own, especially so late into the night. “I wanted to bring you with me.” He reminded her. “You said no.” Simon didn’t know why Jessie turned down the idea of New York but at least she was there now.

Simon didn’t want to contact his parents about why Jessie was at his doorstep so late in the night. But he wanted to know. He wanted to know Jessie’s side of things and his parents. It was really the only way to keep things biased. Being the big brother usually meant mediating between his parents and his sister. “Who said I was texting mom?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow up. It might have been late, and she might have been right but that didn’t mean he didn’t have friends up right now. In fact, he was pretty sure at least half of them were. New York was a great place to party and if one really looked, they could find one to crash every day of the week. “I’m waiting.” He said, keeping himself calm. There was no point getting into hysterics when she would eventually tell him everything. “I have both, what do you want?” He asked with a sigh. It was a good thing he wasn’t tired and had planned on getting some coursework done because it looked like he would be up for a while yet.

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"You just have to promise that when you become a hot shot animator that you won't forget about us peasants. Oh, and if you ever get to animate a Disney Princess movie, you make the villain look like me."

She told him, grinning sideways at him. Jessie wasn't one to be a princess. She always related more to the villains in movies than the princesses or queens. The princesses seemed to need a man to save her, or they needed validation from a man to know who they were. It was like all they wanted in life was to be a housewife. Sure, Disney princesses had some cool story lines, and she loved watching them, but there was more to life than a man. Jessie had been very independent until she met Rhys. She had been perfectly fine being single and having a great time while single, too. Sure, having Rhys in her life (at least for the beginning) had been really nice, and she had enjoyed it a lot more than she would like to admit. But at the end of the day, Jessie would rather be single and have to work her ass off to make a living than have to rely on a man to make money for her.

"Okay, but you get extreme seasons here. It's, like, twelve degrees outside right now. Look me in the eyes and tell me you enjoy that."

She told him, raising an eyebrow. She like the winters being nothing below fifty degrees. Jessie wasn't one for the colder weather, and she was often seen shivering in fifty degree weather.

"I wasn't actually breaking into your house at three in the morning. I was about to, but you stopped me. I didn't even get to get my credit card out yet."

She told him, teasing of course. She wasn't being rude to her brother right now. She just wanted to lighten the mood a little bit. Jessie was tired of the heavy, serious moments in her life at the moment. She had been stuck in one long moment for a while now, and she just wanted to have a little bit of fun or at least a laugh. When he brought up leaving California, she looked down at her feet.

"I wasn't ready to leave my friends yet. As much as I wanted to come with you, and believe me, I did, it just didn't feel like the right time. If it makes you feel any better, I missed you like crazy while you were gone."

She said, giving a weak smile to him. That was an understatement. Simon had been the only person Jessie wanted to see the past year, and he was the only one she really couldn't see. He had been across the country. If she had really wanted to, she could've seen her parents, but she had been too scared of Rhys to even try going to visit them. Somehow, she thought that if Simon had been there, she would've left Rhys sooner or never even dated him to begin with. Simon probably knew what type of guy Rhys was, and he would've warned Jessie about him. That didn't mean Jessie would've listened to him. In fact, she probably would've went after him more, but eventually, she would've realized he was right and left him before he started hitting her.

Jessie couldn't help but smile at Simon when he got defensive. She knew her brother better than anyone else in this world. She had grown up with him; she had grown to know his habits.

"You always text mom when I'm being secretive. It's what you do."

She told him, hugging her knees as she sat under the blankets.

"Hot chocolate sounds pretty good. Make it with milk and not water. It's so gross with water."

She told him, making a face as she thought about the flavorless chocolate beverage. As she started warming up, she realized that now she actually had to tell her brother what had made her leave California in such a hurry. She realized now that she had no where to run or hide. It was now. There wasn't even a never in this situation.

"I'll start off by telling you that I had a boyfriend."

She said, not looking over in his direction.

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Simon had been taking care of Jessie since the day she’d been born. Sure, he’d only been four and didn’t actually know what the hell that meant at the time but once he’d been older, he’d understood and he’d done his brotherly duty to the best of his abilities which when he’d been younger, hadn’t been much. It wasn’t until high school when he grew up and grew out of his asthma and allergies, became popular which was a far cry from what he’d been before high school. “Maybe not the villain exactly.” Simon had been working hard to get where he was going. He didn’t know what his family thought he was doing int he city but it probably wasn’t close to the reality of it.

Simon worked, he went to classes and when he had the time, he went for drinks with his friends, had a good night out and on occasion returned home less alone than his parents would have liked he was sure. Simon was positive his parents thought him their innocent, nerdy little boy still but that was hardly the case. He didn’t bring a new girl home every night or even all that often but it did happen on occasion and he wasn’t going to apologise for it. He was a grown man and what he got up to in the city was his own business. “Well, I’m used to it. You’re not.” And there were plenty of fun activities to get up to when snow fell but Simon was going to keep that to himself. “And it’s not twelve degrees, Jess, it’s twenty three.” When factored down it wasn’t that big of a stretch. It was still freezing, though the forecast was starting to look promising in the coming days.

“I missed you, too.” Simon sighed. There was no use in rehashing any of this. Jessie didn’t want to move, he couldn’t make her and so he’d figured out life in New York on his own. Thankfully, he’d developed friends quickly at work more than at school but there were some there, too. “Believe it or not, I actually have friends in the city. Ones I work with who would have just gotten off work as well. I could be talking to any one of them or more than one of them.” He pointed out because in fact, he had been talking to Thea since he’d left the bar, joking about the guys who were still there when he’d left. He nodded, moving to the kitchen to heat up the milk for her hot chocolate. For him it was too early to sleep but too late for coffee or anything else so he grabbed one of the Gatorade bottles from the fridge for himself before quickly whipping up his sister’s hot chocolate and bringing it out to her. As he was sitting down, Jessie started her story. And it was a beginning he already knew. Their mother kept him informed, even if she didn’t know the details or anything more than rumours. But she’d said there was a boyfriend involved and she didn’t like him. And that went a long way for Simon who knew his mother was an excellent judge of character. If she didn’t like someone, there was an exceptionally good reason why. “I know.” He told her matter of factly. There was no way around it, it was going to come out eventually.

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Jessie often missed her childhood. Things had been so much simpler and much more fun back then. She remembered the days where her and Simon would spend their days reading comic books in their house. She missed the days where they were both too young to know just what life was capable of. She missed when their mom would make them cookies and listen to them in fake excitement when they explained a plot to a new comic they planned on creating. Of course those comics had never been created, but that was okay. The fact that their mother had believed in them so much had made Jessie believe that she was able to do whatever she wanted in life. It was something that she needed. 

"I don't think you realize that this is the first time I've been in weather that isn't above fifty."

She told him. Jessie traveled in her life time, but she had never been to anywhere snowy or cold. The coldest weather she had been in was about forty degrees, and that was freezing to her. She had needed a hoodie and a coat. She had needed gloves and a hat, as well. But she had heard stories (whether those had been true or not) that there were some people who could wear shorts and a tank top in that type of weather. Jessie thought they were clinically insane and should be committed. To Jessie, the perfect weather was in the mid-eighties. She liked the sun, and she liked wearing shorts. 

"I'm really happy that you've made friends, Si. It makes me happy to see you happy."

She told him, grinning. She waited for him to come back. When he did, she took the hot chocolate in her hands, cupping the cup to warm them. Jessie had never experienced this sensation before. She actually enjoyed feeling her hands thaw out on warm cocoa. It made her feel sleepy and a little happier. She wanted to fill a bathtub up with warm liquid and just sleep in it, let it consume her. 

When he spoke again, she raised an eyebrow. Jessie was kind of surprised that Simon hadn't flipped out about her dating. He usually didn't like the fact that she was dating, and since this guy was a real dead beat, she figured her would go ballistic on her. Then again, she figured her mom hadn't told Simon too much about Rhys. After all, their mom didn't even know what the boy's name had been. All their mother knew was that the relationship was ripping their family apart, and that she didn't like it. Jessie was thankful for her mother's involvement. There was no telling where Jessie would've been right now if she hadn't left so suddenly. She was afraid that the last thing she would've told her brother was that she was fine, when in fact, she really wasn't. 

"Oh.. Well, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

She told him, looking down at her hot chocolate. She took a sip of it, then she cleared her throat. Right now, because of the cold, her nose was running and her throat felt a little tighter. She knew it would go away. How? She wasn't so sure of that part, but she just had a gut feeling that it would. 

"I was dating Rhys. I don't know if you remember him or not. He graduated with you."

She told him, her voice a little softer, timid. It was as if she was ashamed of what she had done, like when a kid breaks something their parents treasured. She knew she had done nothing wrong. There was a reasonable side in her mind telling her that she was a victim, and that dating someone was nothing to be ashamed of. But, the other side of her brain, the side that was part of an abuse victim, was telling her that everything that happened to her had been her fault. It told her that if she had been quieter or had cared more about what she looked like that she wouldn't have gotten hit. 

"I don't want to tell you what Rhys did, Simon."

She finally spoke after a long pause. She wiped angrily at her face, shame filling her body. She didn't want her brother to know that she had gotten herself into so much trouble. After another pause, a little longer this time, she took a deep breath, looking up at him. 

"It started off with him just yelling at me, but then he started telling me that I needed to lose weight or that my thighs were getting too big. Then it got to the point that he wouldn't let me see mom or dad anymore. After that, it just kept getting worse."

Was what came out of her mouth. It was a rush and jumbled, but it was out there. She held her breath, holding the tears back, though they wanted to spill down her cheeks. 

"I'm so sorry."

She whispered, the tears rushing down her face. 

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Simon had thought he’d been spending his years in New York alone. Jessie had wanted to stay behind and Simon hadn’t wanted to push. He’d stuck around as long as he’d been able to but there had to come a time when he needed to let go. He’d done all he could as a big brother and now all that was left was to just be there for his little sister if she ever needed anything from him. And that was exactly what he’d been doing; only from the other side of the country. He needed to spread his own wings and figure out who he was as well. It wouldn’t have been any different if she’d gone with him to New York, he’d still be out there working at a nightclub to earn a little extra cash, flirting with pretty girls in tight dresses and theatrically high heels. He’d still be in school, taking all the classes that was required to get his degree in animation. The only difference would be that throughout all of that he would have been sharing his apartment with Jessie. “Maybe you should have gone further than LA then.” Simon teased. “San Fran gets a little cooler.”

Simon rolled his eyes at his sister’s well wishes for him. It should have been a obvious thing for siblings to be happy for each other without needing to tell each other. Of course, he also understood that hearing it was nice every once in a while and after all this time not even speaking to his sister, it was a little nice. Back from the kitchen and settled on the couch, Simon was prepared for whatever Jessie had to say to him about her reasons for being in the city. He brushed his sister’s words aside. Apologising now would be useless anyway. It was already done. “I remember.” He said able to pick him out from long forgotten memories. While Simon was coming into his own and getting into sports otherwise only dreamed about, Rhys had been falling into the wrong crowd. He’d been a popular guy but stuck in his own clique, football player, hanging out with the cheerleaders. Simon had been friends with the little guys as well as the popular people. He’d been able to move from group to group seamlessly when he gotten older. Rhys had just gotten more obscure after he was denied a football scholarship.

Simon kept quiet, knowing that Jessie needed to get through this on her own. She would always have her big brother around but some lessons needed to be learned without help. This as much as Simon didn’t like it, had been one of them. He was angry sure. He knew his sister had needed to spread her wings, but to find herself with that man wasn’t what he’d had in mind. Still, he didn’t say anything, letting her get everything out so he had every detail. He couldn’t exact revenge. There was no point when the man who deserved the punch to the face was on the other side of the planet. “What are you sorry for? The only thing you did wrong is stay for as long as you did and you did that out of fear not stupidity.” He pointed out a little aggressively. With a rough sigh, Simon set his drink down even as he was standing up to pace the length of the living room. “Well, you’re here now so let’s make the most of getting you adjusted. Go run a bath or something if you’d like.” He said, waving his hand in the general direction of the bathroom. The door was open so it wasn’t like she wouldn’t be able to find it in one shot. He needed to think.

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