You are loved (Luciano X Reader)

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I was laying in the middle of a dark alleyway, hopeless. Everyone passed by it. They couldn't hear me or see me. I couldn't help but cry from pain and agony. Why couldn't anyone hear me? Are they just ignoring me? Or do they just not care about a beaten up teenager in a dark alleyway? Yep! That's how I ended up here. My father, brothers, grandma, my father's whore, and my sister all abuse me. There was no one to save me from them. My father and his whore did this to me, their voices rung through my head. "You went too far." It was night out. The chilled wind of the night didn't help me at all, in fact, only made it worse. I started feeling light headed, which caused me to look at the ground. There was a giant blood puddle under me. I looked at my stomach to see an open wound gushing blood. I looked up at the night sky and a,tear trickled down my cheek. "This isn't," I said, my voice fading in and out, "My time." I whimpered and cried, my vision blurred from my tears and from death brushing against my shoulder. I then heard footsteps echo through the alleyway, the loud clicking of heavy boots came close. They came to a quick halt then seemed to pick up pace out of no where, "Oi!" A male voice called out, I was afraid that it was my father coming back to finish me off but it wasn't. I seen a guy with magenta eyes and dark red hair running towards me, the guy knelt down to me and made sure I still had a pulse. "Still alive. Dammit. I guess I have no choice." When he said that I got scared, I thought he was going to put me out of my misery. But, instead of taking me out of this world he picked me up quickly and started running down the alley. My vision went completely black after that.
When I woke up I was laying on a couch, the man from the alleyway was beside the couch stitching and bandaging up my wounds. I winced a little bit, causing the man to jump and jerk on the stitches. Which made me yelp softly in pain. "Sorry." He said blankly, I looked at him and nodded softly. "It's okay." I said, watching the man stitch up my wound. He finished and sighed, standing up. "That should be good. You shouldn't move unless it's for something important, ok?" He said, looking at me. I nodded and smiled lightly, "Okay." He then walked out of the room with an armful of medical supplies, I looked at the wide, open spaced room. It's tan walls complimented everything to the room. The man walked back into the room and sat down in a chair next to the couch, "You might wanna get some rest." He said, pulling out a book and started reading it. I could only smile at his generosity, "Thank you." I said before closing my eyes, he sighed and spoke, "Yea yea." He said softly, as if embarrassed by what I said, after that I fell asleep.