AMOUROUS . (Slow Updates)

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘖𝘶𝘵 ✈︎

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TW - abuse, lots of violence

I was always a sheltered girl. My home life was, at best tiring. The same routines. The same chores. The same punishments. My loving father always made sure that me and my brother Lucas never got to experience what it was like to be human. As a little girl, I never noticed how sheltered I had become. Now I guess it's finally caught up to me.

Walking at night in the mellow streets of Chicago was never a good idea. Especially if you were a young woman, aka me, with only a busted bike and pepper spray. Passing along the dimly lit buildings did little to lower my stress levels.

The only good thing about tonight was the cool air flowing through my hair and the three books I bought half off at my job. I still can't believe those precious books were gonna rot on the shelves; wasting away into little dust particles.

"Hey pretty girl, where do you think you're going?" My inner thoughts come to a halt as I feel my heart drop to my stomach. I jump back, my bike tires scratching along the gravel from the startling voice behind me.

      My eyes shift nervously to not one, but two lanky guys leaning against one of the many buildings we have cornered in Chicago.

      "Um I-I'm sorry can I help you with something?" I sutter, cursing under my breath as I hear how weak I sounded. The second guy suddenly started to strut slowly toward me, the dim lights shining above giving me a view of his matted black hair and the weird smile on his face.

"Well, how would you like to come somewhere with us? I'll promise to make it worth your while." The black haired man says, leaning over me, I can smell his putrid breath, making me scrunch my face up in disgust while I try to back away. He grips my arm with his hand but I yank my arm back, managing to put a few steps between us.

      "Please get away from m-me, I'm really j-just trying to go home." I turn around and drag my bike with me, when suddenly I feel a hand on my bottom. My hand jerks, and I hear the amplified echo of my hand connecting with the man's face.

      "FUCKING HELL, YOU BITCH YOU CUT ME!" The man yells out, kneeling on the ground before me. Before I could even form a response to the cause and effect action that took place, the second man who was standing against the brick wall rushed at me, making me back away before I fell on the ground, the harsh gravel digging into my back. A scream claws out my throat as the second man harshly grabs both of my arms, trying to hold me in place, so I couldn't move. My brain scrambles for ways to get to my pepper spray in my bag but it's no use, as the man above has both of my arms trapped between us.

    "We're gonna have so much fun, just the three of us." The red-faced man grits out from above me. Tears prick from my eyes as I squeeze them shut, hoping that I could subconsciously not feel the man's hands sliding up my waist. I silently hope that my brother Lucas doesn't find me in bad condition, my heart hurting from the sadness and anger he might have on his face, knowing that he couldn't protect me when I needed him most.

      That's when I open my eyes to see the man on top of me harshly getting thrown off. Finally being able to move from the strong hold he had on my arms, I frantically scrambled to my feet, quickly backing up against one of the buildings near me to steady myself. I look up to see the first man who assaulted me near one of the small shops, passed out or either dead on the ground, considering how bloody his face was.

      "P-Please man, chill out, it was a joke, she liked it!" The second man shouted out, trying to crawl away from the big man that stood before him. The tall, light - skinned man said nothing but grabbed the guy who had held me down and started hitting him with such animosity.

      All I could do was watch as he beat him into unconsciousness, giving me flashbacks.

      "DAD PLEASE STOP, YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" I sobbed as I could do nothing but watch as my father hurt my brother. I built up the courage to throw myself against him, ready for the upcoming pain. I felt my ribs being kicked as my father shouted at us in anger.

"YOU WORTHLESS PIECES OF SHIT, YOUR MOTHER SHOULD HAVE ABORTED YOU. YALL CAN'T DO A SINGLE FUCKING THING RIGHT!" My father yelled, before grabbing a belt from his closet. Our mother could do nothing but watch as he hurt us, due to him beating her before he got to my brother.

"I'm gonna show y'all what real pain feels like."

      "Hey are you okay?" Drifting away from my thoughts, my breath stutters out of me as my head jerks up to meet toffee brown eyes looking down at me. Jesus Christ, this has to be the hottest man I've ever seen. He had tattoos trailing down his neck and a slit on his right eyebrow. His dimples showed clearly without him even smiling, and his jawline the shape of a Greek god statue.

"I-I'm fine I think, a-are you okay?" The tips of my ears heated up hearing how out of breath I sounded. The Adonis man raised his left eyebrow, confusion in his eyes.

"I'm fine. You should go home." Was his short reply, as he began to walk away. I began to finally notice my surroundings, noticing the two guys thrown on top of each other, their lifeless bodies not moving.

"D-Did you kill them?" I quickly shout out following him, my bike long forgotten. Thank goodness I had my bag on my person or I would've fussed myself for it later. The man suddenly slowed down his pace, allowing me to catch up with him.

"Don't worry about it. They can't hurt you." He says, his arms flexing over the black duffel bag he carried around his shoulder. Had it always been there?

      "Well, is there any way I can repay you? I feel bad for having you fight those guys for me. I know how to cook, bake, or even grill chicken! I even work at the bookstore a couple blocks down, and I could give you a discount, though I don't think you read books. Not that I don't think you're smart! You just don't look like that kind of-"

      Adonis, I don't know his name, so that's what we're gonna call him, suddenly turned around, putting his clean hand against my mouth. I freeze, looking at him with wide eyes, as he looks into my eyes and down at where his hand is laying. He inches toward the side of my face, his breath fanning my ear.

     "Be quiet for me, and go home." He says before letting go of my mouth and walking away. My jaw drops open as I watch him go.

     I touch my lips, thinking about how his hand covered my mouth, and the way his guttural voice felt next to my ear.

  
What the hell just happened?

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Sorry for all the violence 😪
How do we feel about Reina so far?
And what do y'all think about Mr. Mystery Man aka 'Adonis'?