Simon 'Ghost' Riley x female reader OneShots

Window

6:00PM
Im finally done with cleaning the house
Im exhausted and i desperately need to rest
my parents were out since 3:00 PM to enjoy themselves while they left me here and told me to clean the house, they wanted a deep clean
They always treated me like a maid, my dad was the worst, he would beat me up sometimes if something didn't go the way he wants it to
I was in school but since I graduated they didn't let me go to college and finish
Specially my mom she was certain not to let me go, probably because she didn't get to go at my age
And of course my dad listened to her and granted her wish
He always gives her what she wants
Thats why shes so spoiled
It's not fair
im not allowed to go out with friends, or go out at all
I cant remember the last time I stepped foot outside
it may sound hard to believe
But i don't think i ever left the house
all i could do was stare from my window
We lived in a some what small town where no one really knows eachother,
It was because of my dads work that we lived here
I sometimes wonder what his work was, when i ask him he gets furious and starts insulting me
All this and my mother couldn't care less
all she cared about was herself
I doubt she even loves my dad
She doesn't like anyone let alone my dad, he was pretty old
Most of the cleaning orders were from her
Anyway that's enough talking about my parents
I went upstairs to my room
Hopefully he visits
I thought as i walked up the stairs
I went into my room and dropped myself on my bed
Im so tired , im might take a nap since they probably won't be here till 10:00 PM

Just as my eyes got heavy and i was about to fall into deep sleep
I heard a tapping boise above my bed
I smiled realising what it was
I sat up and went to the window above my bed and opened the curtain
......
There he was
He did decide to visit
the familiar large , muscular , masked guy
The one and only Simon Riley
I smiled as i saw him leaning up against the window
I unlocked the window and held onto the window handle as i slid it open
He moved back a little to let the window move
"Hey" he said in a low voice
"hi" i said back with a comfortable smile
"It's good to see you" he said still keeping his low voice in case my father was home
"Same with you" i said back
"Your dad isn't here, is he?" He asked
"Hes not, don't worry" i said and cupped his face
I stared at my comfort place , favourite man , favourite human , favourite living being
He nodded
"How have you been?" I asked him
"Good. What about you? He hasn't been hurting you is he?" He said
"i've been good, he hasn't beaten me up since last time you visited, but he has definitely been hurting me mentally" i said
"But i cry a little then forget about it,so its okay." I added
I was so happy he was here
I could talk about my feelings as comfortable as possible and not feel like im annoying or like im being judged
And i would even be comforted
I've honestly never felt so loved and worthy
thinking about how he comes to visit me sometimes to make sure im okay and im feeling good , the way he climbs up my house to the my bedroom window, the highest one and pretty much risking his life to see me
"Im so sorry love" he said and pushed back a loose hair behind my hair
"It alright, why don't you come inside? My dad said they'll be a little more late today" i said and moved back to let him climb up
"Kay" he said and got through the window, over my bed
he sat on my bed on my bed infront of me
I stared at him for abit not knowing to do at this point, this usually happens until one if us gets an idea
"I made you pumpkin pie" i said and smiled as I remembered myself making it for him a few hours earlier
"Did ya?" He said and held my hands
I nodded my head
"I'll go get it for you" i said as I pulled my hands out from his and went downstairs to get him his pie
I made it as soon as my parents left
I can't make it when they are here
They don't allow me to use the supplies
Although i loved baking
They sometimes notice the supplies amount has gotten less
But i just act like i don't hear them when they talk about it, or if they ask me i'll play stupid and pretend i had no idea what they were talking about
They don't know about my cooking skills so that gives me a point
And also i was pretty good at lying
I could say im an expert
I knew to make him the pie  'just in case he visits'
I thought earlier