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breathing slows. I silently pray that I can sleep too.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Fangul (fon-gool): FUCK!
     
    Antonio:
     
    A morning hard-on wakes me up. Megan is curled up against my body, and I have to maintain restraint. The sun is beaming in through the windows in Erin’s room. I glance at the bed. Vito and Erin are sound asleep. Her head is on his shoulder as he snores lightly on his back. Thank God, no more nightmares!
    Megan stirs, and I feel light kisses on my neck. No, no, no. Bad! Very Bad!
    I don’t have the will-power to push her away. She trails kisses down my chest. The blood in my veins sings. My eyes feel like they are going to roll into the back of my head. I rub my hands up her thighs and cup her leg to bring it over mine, trying to get her body even closer.
    A soft hoarse voice calls out, “Meg!”
    Startled, both of us shoot our attention to the bed. Erin’s eyes are closed, and she is calling for Megan.
    Megangoes and sits on the side of the bed next to Erin. Gently, she rubs the hair from her eyes. Vito is still sleeping and has turned over towards the windows.
    “I’m here,” Megan says quietly.
    “What’s going on?” Erin’s voice is groggy and thick with sleep. She looks small and vulnerable hunched up in a ball on her side.
    “You had a bad dream last night,” Megan coos.
    “Meg, you had a gun. I keep seeing you with a gun when I close my eyes.”
    “Shhh, it was just a dream. You’ve been through a lot the past few days, and that plays tricks on your mind. Remember, I took the gun from that guy the other night. That’s why. Try to go back to sleep.”
    “Is Daddy a bad person, Meg?” Erin asks innocently.
    That’s it. I had to get up. This kid is tearing at my heart. Is Daddy a bad person? This poor kid is so fucking traumatized.
    I make coffee and clear off the kitchen table. Megan helps her sister to the bathroom and closes the door. She comes over to help me, avoiding the guns and bullets. I move those.
    “Do you think she’s going to be okay?” Megan asks me.
    “I have no clue. I never had to deal with this shit before.” I say, putting things away a little forcefully.
    “What’s the matter? Are you mad?” Megan asks.
    “Hell yeah! I think your father screwed up!”
    “What do you mean?” Megan asks horrified.
    “He shouldn’t have kept this from you! He should’ve raised you with it!” I gesture with my hands. “Helped you to understand the lifestyle.”
    “Hey!” she gets angry. “I’m doing okay. At least, I think I am.”
    I walk over and hug her.
    “Yes. You are . But I think it’s you. Everybody is different. I think it’s in your blood to handle it. Erin? Not so much.”
    She squeezes me tighter. “Then what is wrong with her?”
    Vito comes strolling out of the bedroom, scratching his balls. Nice! In front of my girlfriend...ASS!
    “I bet she has PTSD,” he says, grabbing a mug and pouring coffee.
    “What?!” Megan asks.
    “I saw it on the military channel. It’s post-traumaticstress disorder. I googled the symptoms on my phone.Erin’s got a shit load of them.” Vito rubs his head and sits down sipping his coffee. “Tired, depressed, nightmares, lack of energy, loss of appetite.”
    Megan and I both stare at him.
    “Wow, dude, you did look it up. You almost sounded like a friggin’ doctor for a second.”
    Vito smirks at me, and Megan sits down next to him.
    “How long does it last?” Megan asks intrigued.
    “It’s different for everybody. Weeks...years.But the first step to recovery is being removed from the situation. So coming here, I suppose, was a good thing,” Vito says.
    “I think she needs to fully come to terms with what your father does for a living,” I say, then turn to Vito. “Oh yeah, that reminds me. What did you say yesterday to make her drink and eat?”
    “Yeah,what did you say?” Megan is curious too.
    Vito sips his coffee, “I just told her I would break a different body part on that kid who cheated on her