Lost

Twelve

Auoura's pov

"She's a minor!" Papa shouts at Tom.

"I don't see the point." Tom says emotionalessly.

Salvatores eyes darken, jaw clinched knuckles turning white.

"It's Illegal!" Papa shouted.

"We sell drugs and kill people." I muttered looking down.

I feel all eyes on me.

"Plus we didn't do anything, he - I was just pulling his hair because it's soft and I was very very jealous." I lie.

Mafia men are stupid, especially the powerful ones.

I look at Aden glaring at him to keep quiet.

"Is that true?" Papa ask looking at Aden.

"Um y - yea." Aden says sighing.

They all groan, walking away.

I walk back to my room with Tom following me behind.

Going into my room I get in bed. Tom does too.

I kiss him. "Trying to get me killed, mama's?" He teases smirking.

"Shut it." I said giggling as he laughs.

"You don't laugh much." I whisper.

Tom sigh's. "Sometimes all you can do is smile. Move on with your day, hold back tears and pretend you're okay." He says.

"But I don't smile." He clarified.

"It's ok to cry. It's ok to cry when things get too hard. Do you not cry because you're man?" I said.

"Yes." He answered my question.

I sit up as he does too, and i hugging him.

"It's ok to cry, it doesn't matter if you're man. Just let things out sometimes." I said.

I frown feeling wet drops on my shoulders.

"You won't tell anyone?" He chokes out.

"Never." I promised.

"Do you wanna tell me about it, or go to bed?" I asked.

"Bed." He sniff's out.

"Ok." I whisper pulling away, I kiss him on the forehead, when he lays down I do to, wiping some of his tears away.

"Goodnight Tommy." I whisper.

"Goodnight mamas." He whispers back.

Waking up I look around to see Tom not here making me frown.

I look around to feel him in the bathroom. The door opens reavling Tom.

"How'd you sleep?" He ask me.

"Good, what about you?" I asked.

"Good." He said shortly.