Chapter Twelve: The Ultimate Price

Vito spent the next half an hour cleaning up all of the glass and even threw the old metal frame from the table out, the living room looked as though nothing had happened in the first place, aside from the little droplets of blood which were easy to not notice.

I could feel myself drifting to sleep as I watched him, I didn’t know if it was because my side was more comfortable in a sitting position or now Vito was here, I knew my father wouldn’t try anything, but my body was finally, allowing me to sleep. The front door closing is what causes me to jump awake a little and look around.

“I apologise for waking you, I was throwing the last of the glass out.” He explains whilst walking over to his suit jacket, which was still hanging from the sofa, I smile as he throws it over his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, I’m a light sleeper away, I didn’t get any sleep last night due to this and my father. But thank you for cleaning, I know it would have taken me hours.” I say with a little laugh, but