"I'm James, and I'm honsetly not a mobster." James says holding out a hand. I shake my head as my father looks at it in disgust.
"Father, he's just being nice." I mutter, wishing he'll shake James hand, but he doesn't. Soon, James gets the idea and lowers his hand.
"You should be resting." My father says and walks out the room.
"Sorry about him. He's right you know, you should rest." I say, my eyes on the ground.
"It's okay. I'm fine."
"No you're not. Go rest." I snapp at him, he honestly looks shocked and I instantly feel bad. "Sorry. It's been a long day."
"I think we all need some rest." I nod.
"Come on I'll show you to your room."
I lead him up the stairs and stand by the room which will be his untill he recovers. "It's sort of dull in there but a rooms still a room. Mine's next door so if you need anything just knock. Oh, by the way, don't use any of your items around here. It might push my father too far." I say and open the door, walking to my room.
"Goodnight May and thanks."
I turn back to him and smile. "Night."
I walk into my bedroom and fall on my bed. Tears fall from my eyes as I think about today. First of all I leave this place to start a new life for a new me now I'm back here. This is all I need.
I roll over and fall into a restless sleep.