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Blood and Smiles (2p! Italy X Reader)

A/N: Okay, this is my very first 2p! One shot. There are curse words. Usual depressing. Don't read if it'll trigger you and I am terribly sorry if it does. This is my first request as well, so thank you Star Tear on Quotev! I hope you enjoy!

Reader's POV

    I sat on the bench as I awaited the bus, pulling my jacket closer over my skinny body. My eyes drifted to the bag beside my feet.
    I was finally doing it. Finally running.  Running from him.
    My hands subconsciously tugged my hood farther over my face to cover the black eye and split lip. My (e/c) eyes stayed glued to my feet as I silently pleaded with the bus to hurry.
    Soon I could hear rapid footsteps. Heavy, quick steps accompanied by the sound of harsh breathing.
    I tensed as the footsteps drew closer and seemed to quicken. My head shot up in time to see him, rushing towards me.
    A small scream escaped me and I jumped up and began to run. My ribs screamed in protest, slowing me, but I couldn't let him catch me.
   Suddenly my legs gave out and I stumbled into the concrete sidewalk. Two large arms wrapped themselves around me and pressed my skinny body into his chest. "You little bitch." Caleb whispered, his foul, alcoholic breath clogging my senses. "You think you can get away from me that easy!?"
    His arms cracked another rib as he compressed. I couldn't breathe, couldn't cry out for help. Suddenly, I was hit with a single thought. He was going to kill me.
    I heard a shout as I fell limp in his grasp. Caleb dropped me and ran before anyone could catch him.
    A man ran up to me, carefully helping me into a sitting position. "Are you alright, bella?" A thick, Italian voice asked.
    My eyes drifted up to see the most beautiful magenta colored eyes I had ever seen. They were mesmerizing.
    Suddenly I noticed his smirk and tore my gaze away. "I'm okay. Thank you."
    "What is a pretty girl like you doing out so late?" He asked me, helping me to my feet.
     "I-I was trying to get home when I saw that guy come after me." I lied quickly.
    He furrowed his brows before nodding. "Alright, I'll believe you. Why don't I walk you back home, bella?"
    I slowly nod, trying to hide my fear. He asked where my house was and I pointed back to it, to my personal Hell.
    He took my bag and my arm to steady me. After a few steps, I stumbled and would have fallen to the ground had the Italian hadn't held me up. He looked over me in concern, then lifted me up and carried me to the bench I had been sitting at previously.
    "Take your jacket off."
    I blinked up at him. "I'd rather not... I'm freezing as it is." I said softly.
     "What are you hiding?" He asked.
     "I don't even know your name."
     "Luciano Vargas. And your name?"
     Still I hesitated. "(Y/f/n) (y/l/n)."
     His eyes narrowed just slightly and I knew he knew. "(Family name) huh? Didn't your fath-"
    I cut him off. "Didn't my father go crazy in the end after his wife killed herself? Yeah, yeah he did." I say emotionlessly, staring intently at my shoes.
    He gently lifted my chin. "Where did that man hurt you?"
    "He just bruised a rib. I'm fine." I let out a sigh. "Thank you for helping me, but I'll be okay."
    Luciano nodded. "Can you walk?"
    "I think so."
    With his help, we finally made it to my front door. It was far too soon.
     "You'll be okay?" He asked.
    I nod. "Y-yeah. I'll be fine."
    He rumaged in his pocket for a second before handing me a card with his name and number. "Give me a call sometime, bella."
    I nod again and reluctantly enter the house as Luciano walked away. I looked after him once, my mind screaming for him to not leave me.
    But who would help a serial killer's daughter?
    Tears slipped down my cheeks as I closed the door and Caleb stared down at me. He ripped the bag from my grasp and pulled the two hundred dollars out that I had stolen from him, along with the hundred and fifty I had saved up from the odd jobs I had since I was ten.
    He grabbed a fist full of my (h/l) hair and ripped me down to the ground, electing a cry of pain from my lips.

Luciano's POV

    My thoughts drifted back to (y/n). Something was very wrong with her.
    "(Father's first and last name) huh?" I mused to myself as I wandered down the street, my eyes looking for anyone.
    I thought about the guy who had attacked her and wondered if he was from another gang. The girl could very well be targeted for the crime of being related to  (father's last name). He had angered many powerful people in the area and they would not be so low as to go after his children to get him out of hiding.
    And if that was true...
    I whipped out my cellphone and dialed a number. "Get me information on (father's full name)'s family. And be quick about it." I snapped into the speaker, ending the call when I heard "Yes, Boss" come from the other end.
    I considered walking back, just to watch for the punk who had attacked that girl, before dismissing it momentarily. I pulled the phone out again to read the message, my eyes narrowing farther as I continued down the page.
    I cursed, shoving the phone in my pocket before sprinting back to that rundown house I was sure (y/n) didn't call home.

Reader's POV

    I stumbled into the kitchen, my vision slightly blurred, and began to make my older brother's breakfast. I hurt so badly.
    My eyes went to the knife in the drawer I had open. I looked away.
    "WHERE IS MY BREAKFAST YOU LITTLE WHORE!?" I heard Caleb scream from the other room.
    My fists clenched as I heard his heavy footsteps pounding against the old wooden floors. I turned to meet him.
    He growled at me, taking a long swig of his beer. "Where. Is. My. Food?"
    "Make it yourself. I'm going to bed." I begin to turn away when he screeches.
     "YOU LIVE UNDER MY GODDAMN ROOF WOMAN! MY RULES. MAKE MY BREAKFAST!"
    "No." I said quietly, my hands behind my back.
    All the fear I've had since I was going was suddenly gone. I didn't care. What more could he possibly do to me?
    He launched himself at me in a stumbling gait. My hand came up, butcher's knife in hand, and plunged into his stomach. Blood sprayed out at me as he stared at me in utter shock.
    I vaguely heard the door burst open and Luciano rush into the room. I didn't look away from my brother's green, fearful eyes. "I'm done Caleb. No more. Go burn in Hell for all I care." I whispered before twisting the knife, watching emotionlessly as he slowly sank to the ground before me.
    Then I looked up at the Italian, awaiting my inevitable doom. I expected disgust. I expected horror. I expected repulsion. I expected hatred.
    I didn't expect him to pull out a gun with a silencer on the end to finish the job I had started. I didn't flinch as blood splattered my worn clothing.
    Luciano have me a smile and held his hand out to me.
    I took it, knowing no one would ever push me down again. I smiled as he leads me away, speaking into his cellphone about a mess that needed cleaning.
    I was all blood and smiles, though I dearly hoped the smiles stuck around for a while.

A/N: Requests are open still. Just letting you know. And if you really want, tell me any certain plot or event you want to take place. Or just request the countries you want. Thank you so much for reading! I'll be back soon with either a request or just an idea I came up with.
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