Because Misfits is my latest favorite show and Simon and Nathan are my favorites :)
Nathan walked into locker room to find Simon putting on his jumpsuit. When he did, though, Nathan saw a bruise on Simon's side.
"Where'd you get that bruise from?" He asked suddenly, trying to keep his voice curious. Simon's eyes got wide.
"It's nothing," he mumbled. "Fell."
Nathan laughed.
"You're a horrible liar, mate," he said. "Come on, what really happened?"
Simon stood in front of his locker, shaking.
"Hey.."Nathan suddenly got more serious. "You can tell me. Has someone been terrorizing you around here? You've got to start standing up for yourself-"
"It's not like that, okay?" Simon shouted suddenly. Nathan looked surpriesd.
"Take it easy! I'm just worried about you, that's all."
"Yeah,well don't be."
"Hey." Nathan grabbed Simon's arm as Simon tried to walk by. "If anyone's hurting you just tell me. I'll beat the shit out of them."
Simon gave an odd sort of laugh.
"Thanks, but you wouldn't be able to."
"Ahah! So you do admit someone's been trying to hurt you!"
Simon cursed.
"Just forget it, okay?"
"I'll just have Kelly read your mind," Nathan warned him. "You know I will."
Simon glowered at him.
"You're a prick, you know that, right?"
"And damned bloody proud of it. Now who's been beating the shit out of you?"
Simon sighed.
"It's..."He turned his head and swallowed.
"It's who, Simon?"
"It's my father," Simon whispered and Nathan stared at him in horror.
"What?"
"It's no big deal," Simon suddenly protested. "He gets drunk sometimes...and he's a mean drunk...but as long as he's taking it out on me he's not hurtin' my mum or my little sister."
"Sounds like a pretty big fucking deal to me," said Nathan with wide eyes. He was filled with shock and disgust. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"
"Because it was none of your buisness! And...I'm used to dealing with stuff on my own...I'm not used to having...people to talk to."
Nathan bit his lip. It was easy to be mean to Simon, to humilate him and tease him...but the idea of his own father beating him...rage filled Nathan.
At least his father never hit him.
"How long has this been going on?"
Simon shrugged.
"How LONG Simon?"
"Most of my life okay?" Simon shot back. "I'm used to it! He hits me, so what, I deal with it and move on. As long as he's hitting me and not them I'm okay with it!"
"Do you know how mentally STUPID you sound there?" Nathan yelled. "You shouldn't be okay with it! You should be mad as hell about it and fight back!"
"In case you haven't noticed I'm not very good at the fighting back thing-"Simon snarled.
"Well then I'll fight him for you-"Nathan decided and started to walk away. "It's about time that bastard gets what he deserves!"
"Wait!" Shouted Simon. "Don't do that!"
Nathan paused at the door.
"Damn it." He turned around. "Right...so where do you live exactly?"
Simon stared at him.
"I'm not going to tell you!"
Nathan cursed.
"You probably wouldn't tell me your last name now, would you?" He asked and Simon continued to stare at him, baffled and with horror.
"Course you wouldn't."
Nathan sighed.
"Don't worry I'm going to find out where you live and when you do your father will regret laying a hand on you."
With that he walked out the locker room causing Simon chase after him, pleading him to stop, but of course he wouldn't listen.