The kray brothers

Part 3

Once we have finished watching telly, it's late so I decide to turn in and head up to bed for the night.
I place everything in the sink and wash everything up. Reggie and Frances have gone up to bed. Ron is smoking a cigar watching the telly. Once I've finished I head over to Ron.

Me: you gonna go to bed too Ron?

He looks at me.

Ron: No. I'll go to bed when I'm ready.

I sigh.

Me: Ron, it's late. We both need sleep. It's been a long day.

He glares at me.

Ron: What did I just tell you? aye! What did I tell ya? I'll go to fucking bed when I want to!

I scoff. Standing up and turning around when I feel him grab my wrist and smack me in the face as I fall to the ground, holding my face.

His eyes widen and soften.

Me: Seriously Ron, after I spoke to you earlier I thought we'd resolved this. Clearly not. I knew this was a bad idea. Well fuck you. I'm going to bed and you can stay down here alone.

I get up storming upstairs before he can say another word.

I shut my door, and change into a pair of shorts and a tank top before placing my gun holster back around my thigh and placing my gun back in. And then I brush my teeth and wash my face.

I climb into bed pulling the blanket over me and staring at the window as tears roll down my face.

A few moments later, there's a knock on my door.

Me: go away!

I sniffle.

The door opens. Ron stood there looking down at the floor. Before he flicks the light on, I sit up wiping my tears away.

Ron: awh love I'm sorry look, please don't cry. I told you I'm not well in the head.

He says as he sits down on the side of the bed.

Me: what do you want Ron?

I say, staring at him waiting for an answer.

Ron: I'm sorry. Really, I am. I've hurt your face again and I've fucked up. Alright. I hold my hands up to it.
I just...I don't want to sleep on my own tonight. Will you please stay with me?

I look down twiddling my thumbs.

Me: Ron.... I thought we were over this...hitting me. You've got to find another way of releasing your frustration and your anger. I'm here to help. I trusted you not to hurt me, and you did it again....i told you earlier that I liked you and that wasn't going to change. I just don't want you to keep hurting me Ron.

He sighs.

Ron; I promise I'll try my best to find another way of releasing my anger and frustration. I never want to hurt you and I'm sorry.

He says as a stray tear falls down his cheek.

Me: don't cry Ron I'm fine.

I say as I wipe the tear away.

I pull him into my chest giving him a hug to try and cheer him up. I kiss his cheek.

We pull away making eye contact.

Ron: come and stay with me in my bed? Please.

I sigh before nodding and climbing out of bed. As he holds my hand taking me to his room, he gets into a pair of shorts before pulling me into his chest.