�Go home Dom, before I go downstairs and get Vince.� I was getting annoyed with this little game. I slid the glass down and drew the curtains. I could hear him calling for me, but I just leaned against the wall and let myself tear up. I never let anyone see me cry, but that didn�t mean that I didn�t cry, it just meant I had a reputation to protect, and crying like a baby wasn�t part of it. I slid down the wall and curled up in a ball, as the sobs broke free.
A few seconds later, Vince came bursting through the door. �Letty? What�s wrong little one?�
�I hate him! You hear me? I hate him!�
He didn�t say anything else, just picked me up off the ground and put me in my bed. He laid down next to me and let me curl into his side. I cared about Vince so much. He was like the family I never really had, and always wanted. I knew he�d always be there for me, no matter what happened.
