Simon Ghost Riley 'Tough Love'

Unplanned Introduction

I sit up in bed, restless as I begin to notice how fast time has past after i said what was supposed to be a short nap. I look over to my night stand to check the clock, only to realize that it's 3:50 in the morning.

Fuck me.

I guess no one really warned me that having insomnia isn't a very ideal feature when you do what i do. Well technically, no one warned me about anything. I took this route on my own purposely and willfully. I decided early on what i was going to do and why, so I did it. Alone? Yes. Was it worth it? More than anything.

Insomnia stems from my childhood. All the things I went through as a child and teen were nothing short of
monstrous. Some of my traits i have today all trace back to my father, and things my sister did before i forgave her. She never was and never could be as bad as him, and was under the influence that I deserved what came to me. But she didn't believe most of it, and became a better person over time. The other stuff she did was purely sisterly conflicts

Although, what I called conflicts in my childhood home, is something most people would call attempted murder

I shake myself out of my bothersome thoughts and swing my legs over my bed. I head towards my bathroom and once I'm in I immediately turn on the shower, the water so hot that it could practically burn me if I turned it one more dial

I don't bother locking the door, everyone's asleep and no one's coming in my room. I slide my clothes off and step under the hot water, soaking my hair and every inch of my aching body from yesterday's training.
I find the practically empty bottle of shampoo and squeeze the rest into my hands, lathering it into my long curly hair

Mexico heat isn't the best for curly hair, along with the damn dreading humidity. The only thing preventing me from looking like I was mangled by a rapid dog, is an unhealthy amount of hair products.

I rinse out the shampoo and attempt to find the bottle of conditioner, but to no avail, it's empty once I find it. I let out a sigh of frustration and quickly find body wash to get this shower over with.

I finish my shower and dry off, finding a tight fitting black bodysuit with no sleeves that hugs my body perfectly. I grab my plain green military pants and throw them on with a black belt, pulling it together.

It might seem to early to get dressed as the time has now turned to four, but it gives me something to do
rather than laying in my bed as I stare at the black  abyss I call my ceiling.

I head back to the bathroom and fix my hair up, lathering shea butter into my curls as I quickly finish it off with gel and a layer of hairspray. I walk out of my bathroom and head to my bed until a hear the base door making an odd sound, immediately putting me
on alert. My head snaps to my door contemplating
on what to do and who to tell

Everyone's sleeping, most likely peacefully unlike me. Realizing the situation this can be, or quite frankly already is, I need to move fast. I open my door and shut it quickly, running swiftly down the hall trying to be as quiet as possible. I get into the living room and see that the base door isn't open yet, so I take my chance and stand behind it, preparing for it to open.

A minute goes by and the door handle begins to turn.
My heart beating fast from adrenaline to see who the hell even dares to try and enter a private military base

With the turn of the handle, The door opens

My quiet, stealthy feet, save me from not making  a single creak. Whoever is opening this door, is not welcome.