-authors note- trigger warning: flashback, abuse, trauma.
-soap's Pov-
I woke up and yawned. I felt arm's wrapped around my waist. I listened to the birds outside my window. I turned my head to see ghost fast asleep cuddling me.
I looked over him to look at the digital alarm clock. 1645 hrs. I yawned and fell back to sleep.
-ghost's Pov-
Everything was silent. Wait...this isn't Johnny's room! I looked around my heart rate picking up. This was my old room. When I was a kid.
I got up and went to the mirror. I saw my reflection and froze. Looking back at me wasn't the big muscular military soldier that always wore a mask. Instead a young boy probably around the age of ten was looking back at me. His blonde hair unkept and messy, dark eyes wide with fear. Why did he look so scared? "WHERE IS THAT BRAT!!" came a man's voice making me freeze. That was the voice of my dad. I ran and climbed under my bed and looked at the door.
"WHERE IS THAT MOTHER FUCKER!! HE'S A WASTE OF SPACE WHY I KEEP HIM AROUND I DON'T KNOW!" my dad's voice boomed across the room. My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted this to stop.
My door slammed open and I saw my dad storming into my room with a snake in his hand.
"SIMON YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!!" my dad's voice boomed. He grabbed me by my ankle and dragged me out from under my bed.
"Kiss it!!" My father commanded. I shook my head as he thrust the snake towards my face. He forced me to kiss the snake and I cried.
My dad started to speak again. "Simon wake up! Wake up Simon!!" I looked confused. I am awake. And why was my father's accent now Scottish. "Wake up Simon!!"
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Soap ×Ghost
FanfictionFanfiction. Unfortunately I'm finished writing this one as it seems like I've lost interest in writing it. But I have more stories about soap and ghost
