Ghost x Soap

Jonny?

Ghost POV
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My father chucked a empty bottle of whiskey at my head. I douched it and it broke on the wall I was corned in.

The drunk man tried swinging at me but I mangled to run to my room. I locked my door and started stuffing random stuff into a small backpack. Loose change, clothes, a random stuffed animal and a tiny met kit I made.

7 year old me opened me window and jumped out of it. I was on the second floor but jumping out of this window wasn't anything new.

My body crashed into the ground as I started to pick myself up and run into the dark streets. My father yelling my name as I disappeared into the cold streets of Manchester.

I stopped at a pub that was around 10 blocks from my house. It was on the coastline and usually had few people due to its.... appearance to say nonetheless.

I walked into the rustic building. The old drunk and tired men stared at me for a second before they went back to smoke their big cigars. The music playing was old jazz and minus the outside, the building this was a very warm felt.

It felt more homely then my house has every been. The bartender look down at my and motioned to an empty stool at the end of the bar.

"The usual?" He asked as he started to more me a Apple juice.

I nodded my head at he slid me my drink. The men continue to talk as I quietly listened to their conversation.

A couple minutes had passed until a man walked in. He was much taller than little me was. He stood 6'0 and had a long mohawk mullet.

He glanced over at me at me and I quickly looked away. He looked so familiar, but I just didn't know how.

The mysterious man walked over and sat down beside me.
"I'll had what ever he's having and a shot of whiskey," said the tall man as he nudged me.

The bartender smiled as he poured him his drink and refilled mine.

"The names Jonny," the man said as he extended his hand to shake mine.

"Simon," I mumbled back to him as I shoke his hand. He gave a simple nod and went back to his drink. We talked for a little bit until another man walked through the door.

It was my father. He was drunk and was yelling for me to come home or he beat my ass even more. The kind mine that I had been talking to walked over to the man who caused me such pain and sucker punched him.

My fathers nose started to bleed, Jonny yelled at the man to leave but my father was persistent. There was yelling back and forth until my father pulled a gun.

Jonny's eyes immediately lit up with fear as the gun was pointed to his head.

It was loud and then it went quiet. The only sound that was heard was a thump of the poor man's body. A red liquid covered his body and the floor around him. I stood like a stone, not wanting to look at the innocent man's body but also not being able to turn away.

My father grabbed my arm and started to drag me out of the bar.
"See Simon, this is what happens when you run away. People get hurt because of your actions."

My eyes started to tear up as I tried to resist the man's tight grip.

I shut my eyes; not wanting to grasp the thing's happening around me.

I woke up with a sudden gasp.

I looked around, I was back in the living room floor. The only thing that kept the room from being pitch black was a small light coming from the kitchen.

"You okay darling?" A familiar voice spoke. I turned to see soap with half a sandwich in his hand.

I got up and walked over to him. My brain was still foggy but so didn't care. I grabbed the sandwich out of Jonny's hand and put it on the counter.

He was about to speak but I cut him off as I grabbed his waist and pulled him into a kiss.

"I thought you fucking died," I whispered into his ear.

"Well I'm very much alive and hungry." He laughed as he tried to reach for his sandwich.

"You can half the other half if you want." He said as he cut it into two half's.

We sat there in silence as we eat the salami sandwich he made.

It felt peaceful, like the sea after a storm just hit. I wished that I could feel this way all the time.