A dark part with a bright future (ghost an fem reader platonic

Chapter 5

A/n- I'm back from looking up steamy quaritch edits 🌚

"No , no no. My father was absent. Only thing we share is a last name and DNA."
You glared at Simon as you stared him down with daggers , if looks could only kill.
Simon paused for a moment, his eyes flickering with a hint of contemplation. He clearly knew more than he was letting on.
"Well, I wouldn't be here if someone didn't care about you."
he said finally, his voice low.
"Your father got me on this job. He wants you to be guided on the straight and narrow. Wants me to make sure you don't get yourself in more trouble."
He explained and you scoffed.
"Oh so all of a sudden he wants to play hero after being absent ? What a fucking joke."
You spat as you paced a little.

Simon observed your reaction with a mixture of understanding and stoic resilience. He understood the complexities of familial issues, having experienced his own fair share of abandonment.
"Believe me, I understand your anger."
he said, his voice steady.
"It's not easy dealing with a father who wasn't there for you. But it's not about playing hero or playing catch-up."
He stepped closer to you, attempting to calm you.
"It's about giving you a chance to do better, to build a better future and rewrite your story."
He added and you kept quiet for a moment before speaking again.
"And what ? You live in some big fucking city or some shit?"
You eyed him up and down.
Simon smiled faintly at your question, his demeanor softening slightly.
"Actually, no."
he responded.
"Country side."
He explained and you kept quiet thinking about his words for a moment.

You didn't like this whole situation one bit but as much as you didn't like your father and wanted nothing to do with him at the same time , where would you go? You didn't have much money , only so much could do for you in your bag and you didn't have any allies outside of juvie. You were alone. As much as you wanted to go and leave him a part of you wanted to trust Simon but a big part of you was afraid but you wouldn't let that show. At least not now. You sighed , feeling your palms get clammy as you grew a tad nervous as you got ready to speak your next words. Choosing carefully in how to respond , you fixed yourself a bit , looking him over as you looked back at the center and back at him. He could see the hesitancy in your face and reluctance to speak but he watched as you walked past him again.

Simon observed your hesitation as you walked past him, sensing the reluctance in your steps. He didn't expect you to trust him immediately, knowing that trust needed to be earned.
"Listen"
he said quietly, falling into step beside you.
"I understand this ain't what you wanted. I understand you have reservations. But you're stuck with me for now. At least give me a chance to prove I'm not here to boss you around like a babysitter."
He walked next to you.
"My trucks just over there yeah?"
He pointed to the ford he had parked on the side of the road. There wasn't much but just rod and feild ; the dentention center being in the middle of butt fuck nowhere.

Simon's rugged pickup truck stood a few yards ahead, its imposing presence fitting the rural landscape. He silently led the way toward it, occasionally glancing over at you to gauge your reactions. He watched as you looked around , looking at how tense your shoulders were. As you got up to the truck yu felt more uneasy as this could go in so many directions.
"Get in."
he instructed, gesturing towards the passenger side.
"No point standing around here all day."
He shrugged as he got into the drivers side.
You were still hesitant but you complied , jumping in but still not settled one bit. The interior of Simon's pickup truck was a reflection of his personal preference utilitarian and clean. The seats were made of worn yet comfortable cloth, and the dashboard was kept neat and organized.
A few essential items were kept within reach, including a map, a first aid kit, and a pair of work gloves. The truck had an old-school charm but was clearly well-maintained, likely a product of its owner's meticulous nature. Simon waited for you to strap in before settling into the driver's seat.

You looked ahead as you shut the door , still feeling on edge and you looked at him before placing your bag on your lap and keeping the pocket knife you had on you in your grasp just in case he pulled anything. You weren't as trusting and he could see that but he didn't blame you.
"Before anything....tell me what my father knew. Tell me why he fucking got you to bail me out instead of him. Why you huh?"
You asked as you looked at him.
Simon sighed, his fingers drumming lightly on the steering wheel as he gathered his thoughts. He clearly understood the weight of your questions, the longing for answers.
"Your father... he's a complicated man."
he began, choosing his words carefully.
"I can't claim to know all his motives, but let's just say he's got issues. And he's well aware that he hasn't been the best role model for you."
He paused, his gaze briefly meeting yours.
"He reached out to me because he believes I can offer you something he can't: discipline, structure, a different perspective."
He added finally as he looked at you.

"Still doesn't explain shit. For all I know you could be some fucking dark web dealer. Plan on selling my organs or some shit?"
Your eyes narrowed.
"I'm telling you right now. My shits probally fucked"
You added.
Simon chuckled wryly, clearly amused by your suspicion. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but being accused of organ trafficking was a first.
"First of all, kid, you don't exactly have the kind of figure that organ dealers look for."
he teased.
"And secondly, if I wanted to sell your organs, I could have done it a lot easier than getting stuck here."
He spoke as he started up the truck , pulling out of park and driving down the empty roads.Wide open fields stretched out on either side of the road bordered by dense clusters of trees, their leafy canopies creating an archway overhead. The sky was vast and clear, unbroken by towering buildings or clouds. A soft breeze whispered through the air as Simon rolled down the windows, carrying the scents of fresh earth and distant countryside.

New days new rises only led for more new prizes.