Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Sixteen

Fiona sat on the sofa, staring into nothing. The words of Sonny running through her mind.

"They shot Grace too, the baby is obviously dead. That son of a bitch deserves to be wiped all over the floor!"

Then Tom's words ran through her mind too. "Grace confessed to her husband, Marco, that it was Roberto's baby. It was a baby boy. Thats what made him loose it, just because it was a baby boy. After she confessed, he shot her and went after...Roberto.."

The words of Sonny and Tom could not stop repeating in her head.

She imagined the scenario of Marco and his cheating wife Grace. After she confessed, did she tremble in fear and begged for forgiveness as he pointed the gun to her belly, or did she stood up straight and confessed her love for Roberto to her husband?

As her mind kept imagining scenarios, Michael was observing her as he sat in front of her. It was as if she couldn't see him. She never once broke her stare from the window, though, Michael didn't blame her one bit.

Their father was informed about Roberto, as they told him the news, Michael heard his father muttering; "they murdered my boy."

Vito repeated it over and over.

Michael watched how Fiona gripped the pillow tighter and finally shut her eyes. Fiona gave out a loud sigh before moving her position from the couch, which made Michael feel relieved, she didn't move from her spot for at least 2 hours.

Michael, however, got on his feet fast as he saw Fiona putting on her coat. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just gonna go home, Michael." Fiona said defeatedly, her usual energy and brightness no longer existed.

"Fay, you can't go home." Michael held her gently from her shoulders.

"Michael, I have to."

"You can't go home alone, okay? Come stay with me. Please." The tired look in her eyes and demeanor, Michael knew she wasn't up for debate. She looked down to their feet and nodded her head in acceptance.

Fiona was sleepless on Michael's bed, she kept turning and tossing as if it was like she was being electrocuted.

Michael, was sleepless too. He laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, his hands resting on his belly.

The creaking noise of his bedroom door caught his attention, he got up only to see that it was Fiona.

She made her way silently to sit beside him on the sofa. "I can't sleep. I also can't be alone right now." She said in a shakey voice.

Michael slowly pulled her towards him, laying her head on his chest and spreading her legs over his lap.

She gave out a loud sigh and thats when Michael felt his shirt become wet.

Throughout the night, Fiona only got an hour of sleep. Then, she didn't have the appetite to eat.

However, Vito called for her. So, she went.

She watched him sit up on his bed slowly, he was improving and he could also talk loudly too. Fiona instantly thought 'if Roberto could see how well Vito was doing.'

Vito saw how pale and exhausted Fiona looked and instantly reached out for her hand to hold. As he held her hand, he watched as her eyes teared up, she laid her head beside his hip and he placed his hand on her head, stroking her hair.

"My son.." Vito whispered as he shook his head in sadness. In a few hours' time, it was going to be Roberto's funeral.

Vito wasn't going to be ready for it and surely, Fiona too.