A Life Less Traveled By

Chapter One: A Life Less Traveled By

Hey guys! Griffin here again and incase some of you are new, this is a chapters from my book of one shots for Vanoss' crew so check that out! This will be most likely a short story so please drop a vote and a comment and follow me for more content!! Enjoy!

Word count: 1874

Y/N's POV

I don't know how we ended up in this situation, but I knew I couldn't let this chance slip through my fingers again... He left me before. I lost him, but I can't lose him again... I love him... Let me explain.

~flash back~

The deep, grey sky loomed over the dull city of Dublin, Ireland. But then again, it's like this pretty much all of the time. I sat on the edge of the wet road letting the soft rain hit my hoodie, soaking me in the process. I let out a sigh and rested my head on my knees. My parents just kicked me out of the house and I had no where to go since I didn't have many friends. All I had on me was my phone, a small bag of clothes I managed to grab, and a wallet with about $50 in it. I guess I could get a shitty hotel for now and see what happens...

I got up from my puddle of self loathing and started mailing my way up the long street, head hung low. The rain almost gave me a comforting feeling for how well it mimicked the feelings I had right now.

-time skip brought to you by.. Uh... Nogla's face? Yeah that sounds good :3-

I lost track of how long I was walking. My phone was dead and it was past night fall. I was starting to feel uneasy about this. I haven't seen too many people out today because of the rain, but those who were out weren't much help on how to get to a hotel. I was currently on a small street that had a few buildings scattered far apart from each other. There was a cafe near me, and in the distance I could see a gas station. I stopped and leaned against the wall of the cafe and let out a sigh, closing my eyes for a second.

"Hey pretty lady," I heard a gruffly voice say from behind me. There stool a man who seemed to be about 5'6, kinda dirty, with holes in his clothes and a unkept beard. I rolled my eyes and turned to walk away until I felt myself being thrown on the ground on the side of the cafe. I gasped wide eyed as the air was knocked out of me by impact. The dirty man had me pinned down with a knife at my throat. "Say anything and you're dead, sweetheart." He gave me a sinister smile showing his disgusting teeth. The smell of alcohol emitting from him made me light headed. He tried to pull my shirt off first, but I made it difficult and tried to push his hands away. I felt so numb from today's earlier events and all the walking I did that I was weaker than normal, meaning I couldn't put up much of a fight.

I heard a clink of... A bell? The cafe! There was a door with a bell on it! I let out a blood curdling scream in an attempt to call for help, but the mad put his gross hand over my mouth. He could use some hand sanitizer... I thought to myself. "Why you little brat!" The man shouted at me. He raised his knife causing me to close my eyes and wait for the pain. But it never did. I opened my eyes and saw a very tall mad with dark hair and warm brown eyes punching the gross man who tried to touch me. I looked up at my savior as he soon dropped the other man to the ground who was now unconscious. He then walked over to me and extended a hand to help me up. "Are you alright, miss?" He was extremely handsome and gave a small smile to me. I nodded then realized I must have looked a mess to him. I probably had bags under my eyes from how tired I was. Also all sweaty. And dirty. And I basically looked like shit. I looked down at what I had on. My jacket was dirty from being on the ground. I had some old jeans that had holes in them and an old shirt on with my ripped toms on. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes for a moment. "Hey, it's alright. Don't cry," the man pulled me against his chest in a friendly hug. I rubbed my cheek to find I was really crying. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist and softly cried into his chest. The man stepped back a bit so he could see my face. "My names David," his deep voice calmed my soft cries and comforted me in a way I needed.