Luna is a sixteen year old teenager with a past that no sixteen year old should have been through. After years of abuse and violence, Luna finally finds a way to cope after all the trauma she's been through. SURVIVE. That's Lunas goal in life, what...
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"All done, Donna," I hear Jose say when Luna enters the room. There were bodies all around us, since the men here decided to fight back, even if there was no chance they would win. They were drunk on their feet; they wouldn't even walk straight without tripping, yet they still tried. We had our fun with them, but we got too confident, and one of them smacked a glass vase on Raul's head. But overall I say we did a good job considering we didn't really know what we were walking into.
"Finally," Noah said, scrunching his nose because of the smell of cigarettes. We don't really know much about his past, but from the little he has told us, it's safe to say he had it no better than us. His father was an important man in the American Mafia, so he would get away with beating his own son; the moment Noah wasn't of use to him anymore, he sent someone to kill him. Thankfully one of his father's guards helped him escape, and he ended up here in Spain. He once told me that the smell of cigarettes reminds him of his father. I knew it was connected to the cigarette burns on his wrists.
I'm thinking of how hard it must have been for Noah to survive all alone in the streets without anyone at such a young age when, from the corner of my eye, I see Luna's legs give out and fall straight to the tiled floor. Jose was able to put his palm under Luna's head before it impacted the floor.
I rush to her along with everyone in the room. "Luna," I mumble while checking for consciousness, holding her in my arms while kneeling. "Answer me, damn it." "I said," panic filled my voice quickly. I saw Cas enter the room along with the girls before turning around and ushering the startled girls outside again.
"Thiago, look?" Jose says, pointing at Luna's shirt. Filled with blood on her stomach, barely visible due to the shirt being black. I quickly checked the wound. Knife wound. It was too deep, and the bleeding didn't seem to stop. I knew for a fact if we took her to one of our doctors, she would bleed out. We were almost an hour away from home. There was no other option. We had to go to a hospital. I knew she would kill me, but I can't let my sister die, not again.
I quickly stand up and start making my way to one of our cars, the guys right behind me.
"Noah, drive to the nearest hospital." I said. "Raul, Jose, make sure Cas gets to the orphanage with the girls." I said before sitting on the passenger seat with Luna in my arms. Noah got in the driver's seat and quickly put the car in drive.
"You know she'll kill us when she finds out we took her to a hospital. That's if Daya doesn't kill us first for letting her get hurt and coming without her." he says while driving like an animal, causing many honks to come our way.
"I'll die if anything happens to her. I would rather die by her hand than see her hurt." I responded, applying pressure to the wound. "Drive faster; she's losing too much blood."
"You can be all mad when you wake up, but please wake up. Don't leave me here, soru. Let me see those pretty grey eyes filled with fire that have haunted me since I was thirteen." I whispered in her ear so Noah wouldn't hear me.
