After a long night of pulling many shards of glass out of my body, I was able to get to bed around 5am, when I thought I had gotten all of the glass out and cleaned my wounds, even more popped up which only added to the hours of torture. I would love to say after patching myself up I was able to get some good rest, but that was far from being the case. I normally, sleep on my side as that’s what was comfortable for me, but due to my arms being savaged by glass and the huge bruise from my father kicking me back down to the ground, it only sent excruciating pain to ripple through my body preventing me from doing so. This meant, I was forced to lay on my back staring at the ceiling. Another thing which kept me up was the fear of my father returning, each time that I managed to get to sleep, I would jolt awake from fear that he was looming over me again. With all this stacked up, I didn’t get any sleep which only added to how awful I felt. But also, leading me to call sick into work for

Vito was soon pulling into the carpark of his office, his expensive black car filling up the space at the front. The building didn’t stand out to the normal person, it seemed dishevelled from the outside, just a rundown building with a few broken windows littered around the brick structure. But within, it held some secrets that the police would love to get their hands on. It wasn’t a secret to most of what Vito chooses to do with his time, most people in his inner circle refuse to ask question as to not get the full answer. For Vito, that was the best plan, if the police came fishing around, they had plausible deniability. The police have also been very aware of what Vito does but at the same time, have no evidence or clue of what happens deep within the walls of this place. Vito had to remain as secretive as he could, he didn’t need the police gaining access to this building. Having calmed down a little from seeing Coraline, he climbs out of his car to the cold spring wind which bl

I slowly begin to stir out of my sleep, I didn’t know how long I had been asleep for, but I can say one thing, it felt nice to get some rest. Opening up my eyes, I clock the black sky outside telling me I had been asleep all day, I can’t believe I wasted the day sleeping! Yes, I am aware of how much I spoke about sleeping in that one section. Before I had time to get up and move, a knock on my bedroom door sounds and in walks Vito, smiling over at me once he saw that I was awake. As he walked through the doorway, I spot he was in a completely different suit than what he was wearing this morning and a brown box which looked as though as it would hold food in his hands. “Vito?” I ask a little confused if my mind was still half asleep, I know he was so kind to me this morning helping me clean the house and well, even coming to visit me at all, but I didn’t think he’d return now. “It is great to see that you were able to get some rest, sorry I hadn’t visited earlier, I was caught up wi

I sat by my father's side for around an hour after; I had hoped the anaesthesia would wear off and he’d open his eyes and see after all that happened, he was going to be okay, and I was here for him. But the longer that I waited by his side watching him, the more I feared he would never. It’s an odd feeling to look at someone you see each day and in some odd way, you take for granted laying in a hospital bed, without any signs of life apart from their chest moving and a machine indicating when his heart would pump. I know throughout the years our relationship had been rocky, but he was still my father, and I knew deep down, behind all of the hurt feelings and the alcohol, he loved me. I wish I could have seen in the future and realised what was about to happen, I would have hugged him one last time, if he would have allowed me in that state. Vito stood the other side of my father with his arms crossed, I knew this was probably the last place that he wanted to be and in reality, I fe

After the nurse came and examined my father, she gave him some medicine to calm him down to ensure he didn’t inflict anymore pain to his injures. I was so happy that Vito had stayed by my father's side whilst I went to get help, a little slower than I would have hoped but I’m still injured myself and couldn’t find the nurses station in the dark hospital. After my father had fallen to sleep, Vito smiled telling me we should head home where it hurt to leave my father, but I knew we both needed a rest, Vito had been awake all day with me and even went to work whilst I slept. He didn’t need to help me but refused to leave my side, for that I am so thankful. The sun had started to rise as I walked through my front door followed by Vito, who closed it behind us but let out a yawn in the process. “Thank you, Vito, not only for taking me to see my father in the hospital, but calming him down when he was like that, if you didn’t, I know he would have probably hurt himself further.” I smile