The Mafia Triplets

Chapter One || Forced to Leave

Mason's POV

Waking up, I already begin to dread what is to come today; although I have a feeling that nothing good will come out of it.

I slowly stand after moving my arms from around Alice, trying to not wake her in the process.

And before you ask, yes; my sister slept in my bed with me.

Is that weird?

You know what? It doesn't matter.

Your opinion doesn't matter.

I mean, who asked you in the first place? *Clears throat*

I would do anything for my sister, even when in this case it might cost me some sleep. Although, letting her sleep in my room is nothing compared to the thought of waking up to hear her screaming herself awake from another nightmare.

Unfortunately, she has had them for about a year now after what that asshole did to her, but her nightmares have only gotten worse after the car accident with dad.

Honestly, that is one of the worst heart-wrenching sounds that I have ever heard in my life, and it is something that I never want to hear again. Although, in reality, I know that I will probably hear it again tomorrow night when we go to bed again.

Hell, I don't even like to see my baby sister crying, let alone screaming, because of another nightmare. It's definitely one of the worst things that I have ever experienced as a brother. Every time I hear her scream like that, my blood runs cold.

At times, I feel like I am failing her as a brother.

I know that it's illogical, but I can never truly quiet those rogue thoughts from plaguing my mind every now and then.

Sometimes I blame myself for even letting her be around Ambrose in the first place.

It's my fault that he was in her life at all.

It's my fault that he had the opportunity to gain Ali's trust.

It's all my fault.

I trusted him to be around my family too easily.

I gave a friend my trust, and he threw it back in my face.

I can't even describe how I felt when I saw what he had done to my little sister.

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to show him how I felt about what he had done.

I might have actually killed the bastard if I had gotten my hands on him.

Instead, he was sent to juvie.

He should be thankful for that.

After Ambrose, I cut off all ties with my other friends, but then again, the three of us never really had that many friends in the first place. A lot of this is because we have always been homeschooled, we live in a small town, and we are each other's best friends.

After what happened last year, I could never bring myself to trust the few other friends that I had. Timothy was almost as bad as I am about other people being around Alice. Although, the only friend that the three of us still fully trust is Malakai.

He is the only person apart from my family that I know that I can trust to leave alone with my sister.

I trust him, and I know that Alice trusts him as well.

Truthfully, if Malakai didn't practically grow up with us, I doubt that I would trust even him. His father works for my uncle and his son basically became our brother, in a way.