My Protector In Purple (donnie x reader)

Ch.1 You meet him.

Second POV:

You were leaving your job after a long 12 hour shift, dealing with rude customers all day, you worked at a small Starbucks about 4 blocks from your apartment. It wasn't far so you decided to walk to work everyday and enjoy the 'fresh' NYC air, you knew this part of town wasn't that safe but you thought since it wasn't a far walk you would be okay. Plus you enjoyed walking at night because there wasn't that many people out, so you felt less crowded. You usually took these walks to think about your past, which in your case, it wasn't very good. In fact, you're lucky to even still be here considering the mistake you made which put you in the hospital and then you had to be taken to a mental institution for about 3 months, but that was 3 years ago, but you still thought about it everyday considering you almost lost your life. You also thought about your dad, and how badly he treated you growing up, or your abusive ex boyfriend that is still crazy obsessed with you, you had him blocked on everything but you still fear that he will come back one day.

Your POV:

I walked into my apartment, it was dark and quiet at this time. I set my wallet down on the kitchen counter and walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed, I brushed my hair and teeth and didn't bother to take off my makeup, feeling more depressed than usual tonight. I went to my bedroom and changed into booty shorts and a cropped tank top, since I liked sleeping with minimal clothing on, if any. I plugged my phone into the charger next to my bed and set it on the nightstand before getting in bed and getting cozy underneath the covers, I turned my TV on for background noise and shut my eyes and fell asleep.

3:24am

I woke up feeling extremely hot in my bed so I got up and went to the kitchen to grab some ice water, I felt my depression grasping at me, all my thoughts at once coming into my head, I went into the storage drawer in the kitchen that held scissors, tape, a flashlight, etc miscellaneous things that I kept in there and I dug underside stuff and pulled out a pack of Marlboros and then put a flannel on and my slippers, I walked out of my apartment and sat on the steps in front of the building, pulling a lighter out of my flannel, and lighting on of the cigarettes.

The wind felt nice on my legs since I woke up with hot flashes, I felt the buzz of pleasure I was getting from the cigarette. I didn't smoke often, just when I felt extremely horrible like this, knowing that if I tried to sleep again my thought would keep me up the rest of the night. I was finishing my cigarette when I saw three men walking down this way, one was scrawny and short, the other was muscular and tall, and the last guy had a large mustache, all of them had tattoos. I didn't think much of it as, I wasn't really the anxious type, but Instead I was aggressive and brazen towards everything, since I've been through so much.

They noticed me and approached me, normally anyone else would probably get up and go inside but I wanted to hold my ground in case they planned something. "Hey pretty girl" I looked up and saw the skinny, scrawny looking on talking to me, I looked down at my cigarette and watched the smoke come from it. "Im not interested" I sated, without caring to make eye contact with him. I felt a hard glare over me and he grabbed my arm aggressively "Don't play hard to get" he growled. I glared at him, i threw a punch at his face and he stumbled back a little.

I took my cigarette and shoved the end of it into his eye and he screamed in pain. I couldn't believe how angry I was getting. "Don't you fucking touch me you-AUGH" I was about to say something to him but I fell to the ground, getting punched by the bigger guy right in the gut and looked up at him, I went to get up and the guy with the mustache kicked me right in the face. I blacked out