Simon "Ghost" RIley, One Shots.

House of the rising sun.

I watched from afar as my neighbor across the street, a young and beautiful woman cried. She cried tears of sorrow for the man who had left her alone in the large house. The one they came to start their family.

I had watched for years, the years I lived in the small house across the street from hers. Every morning something tragic was happening in that house, either a child's cries, a woman's cries sometimes both but most memorable was when the woman would fight with the man...maybe her husband? Her boyfriend? I never looked into it enough to know if she was married.

I leaned on the window's ledge, looking down at the woman across the street, it was always something with her. I wished you could help her somehow but I am not one to get into others' problems.

It reminded me of that one story... And that one song by The animals.

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"There is a house in New Orleans"

"They call the Rising Sun."

"Honey! Look, they have a perfect bedroom for our son!"

You giggled, pulling the man along with you to the second floor, the sun giving the room a warm glow. It was perfect for the little boy, with enough light to get him up in the mornings and keep him happy.

"It's nice darling, let's finish getting everything out of the car."

His smile was so bright and happy, the face that was usually covered by a mask. Everything was so perfect right now, a new house, a baby, and a loving husband. Everything was going how you dreamed it to be.

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"Now the only thing a gambler needs"

"Is a suitcase and a trunk"

"When will you be back? Every time you leave you, leave me here wondering if you're dead! You go out there gambling my child's father!"

There were tears streaming down your face, holding onto his arm. He placed his suitcases into the trunk of the car, gently shaking you off.

"I'll be back, don't worry."

He peppered your face in kisses through the fabric of the mask. You knew it was the truth, he never really lied to you.

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"And the only time he's satisfied"

"Is when he's all drunk."

He pushed past you, opened the bedroom door, and lay down on the bed. He reeked of alcohol and smoke, it was disgusting.

"Go take a shower, get off the bed."

The two of you had slowly started drifting apart, you noticed it so quickly. You did everything you could to try and work with him to get the relationship back to when you bought the house. He shifted on the bed and looked at you from over his shoulder, an annoyed look on his face

"Do you ever get sick of telling me what to do?"

He got up and pushed past you, walking down the hallway and out of the house, leaving the front door wide open.

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"Oh mother tell your children"