Tommy's Rose

Chapter 41: Fog

A/N- Can someone send me some bubble wrap? I dislocated my shoulder around three weeks ago, last weekend I had to go back to the hospital because I had also cracked my collar bone... I just need to stay home. Moral of the story... DON'T SHOW OFF!!! 

P.S- ENJOY THE UPDATE!! :)

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*BANG*

My Father slammed his bedroom door shut violently. "AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I heard my Father yell in anger.

Around an hour ago Polly had dropped myself and my brother Charles off at our house for dinner, it was just the two of us at the dinner table. Charles has asked me numerous times where our Father was but I was clueless, my Father's whereabouts were something no one in the house knew. I suppose my Father was running out of people to trust.

Charles and I were now sitting on my bed. We had spent the last few hours out in the field with the horses, we fed them carrots and apples from the kitchen, Charles wanted me to sit him on the back of the horses but I wasn't tall enough to sit him on and hold him up. Now I was reading him a story but thanks to my Fathers loud outbursts I had to stop-

"Why is he mad?" Charles asked me.

"I have no idea," I admitted.

I frowned as I tried to think who was in my Father's bedroom. As I looked down at my brother I put my fingers to my lips shushing him, I slowly got off my bed and tiptoed over to my door, I picked up my knife that was on my dressing table. I turned the handle and slipped through the small gap shutting the door softly behind me.

"WHERE IS SHE?" My Father yelled.

The question 'Who' raced around my mind like a wildfire. I sat next to the vent that connected to my Father's room.

"AND WHY DO YOU CARE MISTER SHELBY?" A voice yelled; Monte Romano. "SHE'S A WHORE!"

Who were they talking about?

As I tried to listen closer they seemed to have lowered their voices, they were probably now squared up to one another making threats. As I looked to my left I saw my Uncles Arthur and John marching down the hallway, they looked angry and worried.

"Go to your room!" John ordered me and he pointed to my door.

Sensing something horrible was wrong I threw my Father's bedroom door open, I gripped my knife as I ran inside the room and just like I thought Romano and my Father were toe to toe but their attention had moved over to me and my Uncles who were now stood behind me.

"Oh look, the cavalry have arrived," Romano teased then looked at my Father. "I do hope you're not too late to save her."

"Dad?" I asked with worry. "Who?"

My Father pushed Romano onto his desk, he grabbed his peaky cap holding the blade by his throat threatening to cut at any moment. Arthur grabbed the shoulder of my button up shirt and pulled me backwards, John pulled out his gun holding it tightly in his hand-

"WHERE IS SHE?" My Father yelled.

Romano laughed. "That whore isn't the only person you should be worrying about," He stated. "Where's your boy?"

My Body went cold as my Father looked at me. I pushed Arthur away from me then I bolted out the room, I tripped over the mat as I raced the few feet down the hallway to my door. I violently turned the handle and threw the door open, my room was cold as my once closed window was now wide open, my teddy Charles was next to wasn't here either. I threw open my wardrobe but Charles wasn't here, I looked under my bed-