Careless.

Twenty~three

¡She never listens

<<3rd person POV>>

"n-no that's not w-why" a other voice shouts back stuttering seems like a little girl. A fucking child "shit" she gasps under her breath putting on her coat and walking out of her apartment.

She rushes out of her apartment the door automatically locks and runs to the reception "excuse me, I came to complain about noise in the apartment next door" she says looking at the receptionist "I'd stay away if I were you there is one of the most important people in Italy's family member, completely in charge here" she says warningly, Allura rolls her eyes "I cannot bloody sleep for god's sake, it's too—

"Miss we couldn't care less you are the first to complain no one ever did your hallucinating" she says impatiently. It's true no one ever complained, but there is definitely something going on in there her hearing is sharp enough to notice faint shouts throw a soundproof. "Yes maybe that's it I couldn't get bloody sleep sorry for wasting your time." Allura flashes her a small smile before entering the elevator.

"Hallucinating my ass" she scoffs gaining a giggle from an old woman. "Your not love something is going on in there, they are just covering for the owner once I saw blood on their welcome carpet" she mumbles, Allura gives her a confused look "if your gut is telling you to do something about it do it before it's too late" she says smiling as the door flashes open they walk out.

Allura stands at her door pulling out her phone, when a angry man twice her size barges out of the house next door fresh blood covering a part of his baby blue shirt "what are you looking at ?!" He snaps at Allura and she flinches looking down at her phone as she trembles.

She finally got out from hell and there is another next door, it opened a wound that she rather be buried . At that time she hoped for someone to save her until she couldn't take anymore beating and shouting that she always ran away, re living that or watching that with her own eyes may block her brain for good. She stands there trying to swallow her pride and call for help of the only person she could think about.

Allura: about to do something stupid.... I'm not drunk I promise (she clicks send and tries to calm her breath)

She has been standing there for five minutes her brain ready to make a go but her gut telling her to check.

Elliot: stay where you are I'll be there in a flash, don't do anything stupid

She sighs and turns her heel to the half close door of her neighbor's apartment, she walks towards it and knocks the door "is anyone there?" She asks she could only soft cries and the strong smell of cigarettes, alcohol and blood. She turns to the hallway checking for the angry looking guy but he's nowhere to be seen she quickly pushes the door open a Big gasp escapes her mouth she looks at the bloodied girl coughing more blood and crying softly.

Allura freezes replaying the memories of her own hell she never cried but now tears are running down her face, she shakes her head vigorously pushing away her thoughts and rushing in the trashed apartment and quickly removing her beige coat. "You.... should ..... leave" the girl says weakly, she wraps her coat on the girls body and carries her it's easier because she's only at the age of nine judging the fact that she is tiny and could barely be a teen. She's still a baby. "D-don't worry i got you" she breathes out as the little girls head rests on the nape of her head.

"He's dangerous he could kill you" she manages to say between sobs, Allura's tears are far from dry at this point but she needs to stay strong so she nods and gets up making a run for it with her arms protectively wrapped around the little girl saving her, saving herself. "She isn't wrong" the man cuts short as she is already out of her apartment he leans on her door, leaving no escape. Allura trembles in fear but shakes it off as the little girls grip tightens around her neck signaling her own fear and need to make a run for it. "Then catch us if you can" she throws off her flip flops since she is wearing her lacy pjs. Dashing towards the elevator "gladly, I would like to taste every inch of you" he smirks running towards her.

"Ew... a perv, child abuser and a drug addict just great" she mutters under her breath when he comes towards her she dodges his big arms as she runs towards the stairs door jumping down, the adrenaline being intense, she runs down the stairs turning left and right but he tries following her down but she is fast so he figures to take the elevator to the main floor.

(A/N: hehe sorry but she had her coat to protect her from cold now she is going to run around with sexy pjs on 😅😅)

She stops and opens the door to a random floor taking of her phone with a hand while the other is holding the girl.

#on going phone-call

"Sinclair where are you??" She asks breathing heavily clearly shaking from the rush . "Close , What's wrong " he asks concerned.

"I didn't stay put like you told me to now I'm running away from a man twice as big with a bleeding little girl on my arms. call the cops and Ambulance I'll try to stay alive" she says looking around nervously as her voice cracks in every word.
She hangs up

#end of phone call

"Down I have to go down" the mumbles cursing under her breath she looks over to the girl and gently shakes her "hey you ok??" she whispers she only feels warm tears running down her neck "I don't deserve to be saved..." she says softly coughing droplets of blood. "Nonsense.... just hang in there" Allura smiles and keeps running down the stairs to the ground floor. She pushes the door open just to find the man standing there and she flinches back. "Well well well what do we have here the bitch who I beat up and The one Who tried to save her" he gives back an ugly smirk.

Allura's smile drops "move" she says sternly the guy that hysterically laughs. She isn't really strong she just occasionally does stuff spontaneously. She gives his a piece of her deadliest glare and he stops laughing. "What will a woman like you do to a guy like me" he says looking down at her reaching to stroke her cheek and she bites his hand causing him to let out a scream. "Bitch" he hisses as she would usually say "Exactly but not yours" with that he launches forward and she knees his 'pride' hard enough for him to get to his kneel down and groan in pain. She uses the time to jump away from him and running out the stairs section, locking him inside.

She walks "you'll be good to go" she mumbles loud enough for the little girl to hear as she walks deep in the lobby. The cops heads all turn to her as she walks in, "he's in the stairs door get him before he escapes" she demands but they don't move their too busy drooling over her summer body in plain sight only the thin lacy night dress fabric is wrapped around her flaming body gaining serious looks from the cops and some doctors, she brushes them off putting the girl in the Ambulance bed "they'll take care of you" she gives the girl a reassuring smile and turns back to the drooling cops.

"Why the hell" she mumbles then face palms herself realizing what she's wearing bright red is tinted on her cheeks as she nervously laughs clearing her throat. "She says he's on the stairs move people" the chief of police say as it snaps the cops back to reality as a dark coat is hung on her shoulders covering her up. "You never listen" he scoffs

"Thanks" She shyly mumbles turning around to find a pissed off Elliot.

He carries her putting her over his shoulder like a rice bag without saying a word. "Where are we going put me down I can walk you know!!!" she protests hitting his muscular back he ignores her as her protests are in vain he walks in the elevator with her still on his shoulder. As the woman from before (the old lady I think) winks at Allura gaining a confused look from her, the old lady simply giggles. "Have fun" she mouths giggling.

Allura and Elliot are cut off guard by what she said.

To be continued...

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A/N: don't you all love this random old lady popping up everywhere, next chapter is going to be smoking. I guess

Anyhoes it seemed ridiculous Allura having no heavy trauma of her past like no trigger nothing, so here we go slightly triggered she can be brave but it was the Alcohol talking it changed her now she gladly speaks her mind giving no fucks I love that. Hope you liked it.... soo long GOMENASAI

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