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

Chapter 8

A/n- hey pookies , updates will be Fridays and Saturdays due to school and such now , I will be updating on those days to let you know and I will be making this a/n on current books

Tw- mentions of drugs , overdose , addiction and such

You now currently stood in your room drying off , sitting on your bed wrapped in a towel you placed the small picture of your mother on your nightstand , looking on it as if it was a memory you would remember , to be quite frank i don't think anyone remembers there birth but it was the remembrance of her that made your chest feel slightly tight. You set it up propping it up on the water bottle you had with you. You looked at it before standing up and drying yourself off thoroughly and hanging your towel on the back of your room door  before rummaging in your bag for a pair of clean underwear. You quickly put on the underwear you had with you and you looked around before finding the only other sports bra you had and you put that on as well before pulling on the black sweatpants you. You ran a hand over your head feeling the nice short buzzed feeling.you walked out of your room for another moment before a nice smelling whaffed towards you , the smell of cooked chicken and something else filling your nose.

You licked your lips as you smelled around , the smell coming from downstairs and you peered down the stairs not seeing much but you shrugged before going to the bathroom. Once you were fully dressed, you stood facing the mirror in front of the sink. The clean clothes felt comfortable on your freshly washed body , The tight-fitting sports bra and the elastic waistband on the sweatpants provided a sense of security and support, like a second skin. As you ran your hands over your head once more, the feeling of the short buzzed hair made you feel lighter, free from the burdensome weight of heavy locks you once had. A reminder of why you did it and you couldn't feel any better than you did , plus you looked great. You turned on your foot before going downstairs , the smell of chicken and that other thing becoming stronger as you took a small step down each stair being slow yet cautious.

As you stepped down stairs and made it to the first floor of the house the dogs immediately came running up to you , you looked down at diesel who was the cane corso and gave him a small pat on the head as well as riley the german shepherd as they started smelling around you again , nudging your hand gently with their heads. You gave them a small smile before turned and walking down into the kitchen looking around. The  kitchen was relatively small but cozy, with a functional and rustic feel. The walls were made of unpainted oak, the wood grainy and textured. The countertops were a dark granite, topped with a thick coat of butcher block. A simple yet sturdy cast iron stove stood in the corner, its oven perfect for baking bread or roasting a chicken. A few metal pots and pans hung from hooks on the wall, while a few mismatched utensils were kept in a ceramic jar near the sink. A small pine table with two chairs sat in the center of the room, perfect for a quick cup of coffee in the morning.

As you looked at the table you saw Simon setting down two plates on the pine table as well as grabbing two cups , filling them with water from a pitcher he had grabbed from the fridge in the kitchen. You looked around again for another moment taking in your surroundings and you kept quiet as Simon turned and looked at you for a moment , keeping silent as well as he was trying to gauge what you were thinking about , he already knew you had a lot on your mind the minute you got out of juvie. He knew it was a lot to take in going from juvie , being locked up and uncared for to now being cared for and looked after properly. He knew that you must've been through alot given the way you act and he can relate as he's been through alot himself in his time throughout his younger years. Cant even say childhood given he really didn't have one , the only thing he knew he had to do was survive.

''Come , sit down.''
Simon beckoned you over as he pulled out a chair and sat down. Watching as you observed.
''Uhm...alight...''
You muttered as you walked over , both dogs following behind you as you did so.
As you walked over you looked at the plates on the table and you tilted your head slightly as you looked at the food that light on the plate. There was a nicely seasoned piece of chicken along with some mashed potatoes and mixed veggies. All seasoned. As you pulled out the other chair and sat down slowly the smell of the meal sitting in front of you became more prominent as the lovely scent filled your nose. You looked down at your food , moving your legs slightly a bit as diesel sat under the table at your feet. Riley on the other hand sat in the living area in his dog bed , lying down without a care in the world. You kinda just sat there for a moment feeling a bit uneasy again as you thought about the what ifs. Noticing this simon pushed your fork closer to you , silently telling you to eat.

You gave a slight look towards him as you picked up the fork.
''Your not gonna poison me or anything right?...''
You questioned as you picked up a piece of chicken.
''Just eat the damn food already, will you ? for bloody sakes.''
Simon grumbled and you gave a small glare before sighing.
''Can we talk first...I want to know everything.''
You looked at him and he looked you over , his eyes staring down at you through his worn down skull mask.
''Right....about your mother. I met her at a pub.''
He started and you looked at him with slight confusion.
''The hell is a pub?.''
You are confused as you weren't good with British terms.
''A bar almost.''
He answered back , finding your confusion amusing.
''Your mother was a bartender for a bit. Was a regular and used to talk to her alot , eventually in one of those conversations me and her had she mentioned you. She trusted me alot and i met you when you were a baby , you don't remember of course but she used to bring you with her to work , kept you in the back , so i used to watch over you for a bit while your mum worked.''
He explained a little more , watching as your thoughts began to run again.
''We eventually grew closer over the years and she then opened up to me and told me about you. Told me if anything happens too keep you safe.''
He added and watched as you shook your head.

''And my father? What about him? How do you know him.''
Your eyes narrowed slightly.
''Your mother gave him my contacts for you. If he decided to ever show up. To which he didn't but he called me after he found out you got locked up again. He got tired of you being locked up so he got me to come get you.''
He replied as he ate what was on his plates.
''Wow , real hero he is.''
You grumbled as you had a great hate for him.
''I know you don't like him. I know he was absent but we're here now. And i'm gonna get you set right with things alright.''
He spoke as he continued to eat.
''How do i know your not lying.'''
You eyed him. He figured you'd ask this and he pulled another small picture of him out of his wallet , the picture showing him wearing his skull mask and holding baby you with a pic of your mother as well at the bar.

Your gaze softened slightly as you looked it over.

You missed your mother deeply , regardless if she a shit mother or not she had a lot on her plate. As a young adult you wanna hate her but you just can't , she was dealing with addiction and that's hard. It's hard on friends and family , close loved ones and more. You were hurt , she stopped taking care of you as she got deeper into her addiction and you grew more overly independent with things. Your inner child screams for what she did not give you as you were younger but as a young adult you know that she couldn't have given you what you wanted in the first place. She had her battles and lost. It's a difficult road having absent parents but even worse mourning a parent who was never something you got in the first place. Mourning the life of someone living. Someone who was alive but is now no more. You're almost at ease a bit now that shes gone , now that she doesn't have to deal with the heavy burdens of bullshit. While you may be upset at her , you understand why she went down the road she did.

''You know she passed right?.....she overdosed.''
You mumbled the memorie of getting that call while you were locked up. The call that she was gone.
''I know..i went to the funeral.''
He spoke quietly.
You took a small deep breath and sighed as you felt that familiar wave of emotions flow right back through you . ones that you worked hard to keep pushed down and away. Ones you wished that didn't exist or occur. You didn't want to speak much at the moment as you weren't comfortable but you just stood silent. Simon saw this and figured he could try and distract you with the current situation at hand. 
''Y'know..how about lets eat yeah? Looks like you haven't had a good meal in a bit.''
he looked you over watching as you looked at him and finally spooned a piece of chicken into your mouth.

You took a moment , enjoying the taste of the lovely season chicken against your tongue , the warm sensation tingling throughout as you swallowed.
''Holy fuck this is good...''
You muttered as your eyes widened slightly as you began to eat a little quicker. The habit of quick eating being picked up from your time spent in juvie.
''Didn't know the brits used seasoning..''
You joked slightly as you ate.
''We usually don't , but a Good friend of mine taught me this , taught me how to make some spanish food as well.''
Simon had a small smirk plastered under his mask as he watched as you ate.
''Shit this is the best thing i've ever tasted.''
You had a small joyful expression on your face , an expression that hasn't crossed your face in a bit.
''Enjoy it before it gets cold.''
Simon chuckled as he ate his food as well.

It was going to be a long stay , but a stay that was going to be worth it all. You may not trust  him much now but your going to learn a lot.

For one may have been dealt with a batch of shitty cards , only left more room to dull down shards. For one could seem to enjoy this little life , one would soon know the blood that lay on the other's knife.