Mr.mafia doesn't scare me!

Thirty five

I ran into the house crashing into my father.
"What the.." he began yelling.
I stumbled back at him to see covered in blood.
"Dad" I said confused
"It's not mine" he stated as if he was trying to make it seem better which it did not!
I looked at my hand to see blood on my hands. It reminded me of Leo, his blood must have spilled over the floor. Tears formed in my eyes and I ran up stairs and jumped straight in the shower with all my clothes still on. The water on the shower floor turned pink. I sat there crying. I understand why mum didn't want me to have this life. No matter how fearless people think I am, I can't cope with this life. I thought I could at first. The luxury made it easier but it's hard. My twin brother is dead. My father probably just killed a man. I live with a house full of people who are in the mafia. My ex boyfriend killed my brother. Where ever I look, there is... death, and just misery.
I can't do it, no more.

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I've just packed all my clothes, I decided I need to go away for a while. To try and get away from everything.
I walked to my dads office to talk to him. I knocked and walked in. He had cleaned himself up and changed clothes. "Can we talk?" I asked
"I'm really busy" he insisted not looking up
"I will make it quick" I stated
"What? What is so important you have to interrupt my work!" He yelled

"Your daughter. That's what so important. I'm leaving for a while. I need a break, okay" I said
"Fine, goodbye" he said looking back at his work
"That's all you have to say? Your not asking where? Asking me to stay! Not Telling me to be safe! What kind of dad are you?" I shouted
"One that didn't ask for you to come back! If you are going then go" he yelled
"Leo would be lucky he doesn't know you anymore" I hissed
"Your right, he's lucky to dead, him being dead has actually worked out great!" He stated
"How could you, he was your son" I cried
"Yeah, was. And he sure wasn't as weak as you. Just like you mother. You run. They are both dead now sweetie.
You won't last long either. You next" he said with gritted teeth.
I turned and ran, grabbing my bag and running as far as I could as fast as I could, crying the whole way.
It was getting dark now so I sat down on a park bench to rest.
How had my life got to this point? How could my own father say all that? Was he really glad Leo was dead? What did he mean it worked out great for him.
I noticed man walking towards me wearing all black and I couldn't see his face. He was creeping me out a bit so I got up and started walking again. I could hear his footsteps and i knew he was following me.
The words of my father kept replaying in my mind making the situation worse
"Your next"
I began to panic. Shit!

Then I felt a hand grab my arm and turn me around. The light off the lamp shone down on us. "Leo!" I exclaimed
A pinch in my arm made me look down, what...

darkness