They Saved Him (Complete!)

Chapter 5

About a month later
!!R@pe, skip if you need or'd like to! This should be the last time non-consensual things happen :/ also, I will give a warning before hand :)

- Third Person POV -

Everything was going great! Armani hadn't cried in over a month, Damon felt loved, and Angelo had a place he didn't have to act perfect.

Their life was perfect in their eyes and they wouldn't ask for anything else. "I'm going to work, love you!" Armani called out as he shut the door. He got into his bike and peddled 10 minutes to his work. When he arrived, he pulled the bike up next to the building, said hello to Andrew and Carla, and got to hang out with a new co-worker names Cordelia, who was a secret lesbian.

Damon would go to his classes and study hard to earn good grades so that he could become a doctor and save lives.

Angelo would go to a few classes, and then he would come home and prepare the meals. He kept the house tidy as well.

Armani had just said hello to everyone in the store when a tall man came in and ordered a dozen roses. He left soon after, but Armani still felt uneasy.

The man would stop in everytime that Armani worked and order the same thing. It only scared Armani when the roses that were bought started showing up at his front door.

"Guys, it happened again." Armani spoke as he held up the roses. Damon grabbed them, cutting himself in the process, and threw them away. Angelo was already hugging Armani in hopes to calm him down.

"What if he hurts us?!" Armani shrieked, squeezing Angelo's arm snuggling his face into his chest. "He won't hurt you, it'll be alright." Damon promised, running soothing circles on Armani's back.

The next day, Armani was told not to go anywhere while the other two went to classes. He shouldn't have but he worried that one of his friends could be hurt if he wasn't there. He rode his bike to the flower shop and made sure everyone was alright.

Carla had a fever and was at home, but Andrew was there. Cordelia was fine, she was even more worried about Armani than she was herself. She told him to go wait in the lounge, due to his heavy breathing and fast heart rate. He listened, calmly sitting down and falling asleep in the chair. His heart rate slowed and his breathing got back to normal.

He was in a deep sleep but that changed when a gun shot went off and awoke him rather suddenly.

He peeked through a tiny crack to see the man again. He held the gun at Andrew who held his side in agony. "What the hell?!" Cordelia screamed, throwing garden tools at the man on the other side of the counter. "Where is he?" The man asked, looking around till he saw the side room. "Come out, let's go." Armani slowly opened the door, peeking his head out and following orders.

"I'll go with you if you let me call an ambulance," Armani bargained, even though he could easily decline. "Sure, whatever. That girls calls an ambulance and we leave." Armani nodded, letting the man drag him towards his car. "Wait no, Armani! What the fuck!" Cordelia shrieked, too overwhelmed with what was happening.

"Get in the car and keep your head low," the man commanded. Armani crawled into the car and placed his head in his hands. Why was this happening to him? Why couldn't he just be happy without bad things happening all the damn time.