Why me? [2p! Italy x Reader]

RW: Chapter 3

~??? P.O.V~

"All we have to do now is to get the doll out of the shitty Italians hands", I said.
"Allen, swear jar!" The old man pulled a jar out of nowhere.
"Fine..." I put a dollar into the fucking jar.

"But how do we do that?", asked the opium addict.
"Kidnapping, oui?" Francois smoked on his cigar, definetly not interested.
"No shit", the shithead Matt said.

"She's in her room. Let's go."

~your P.O.V~

I was in my room, thinking about my school life.

I was good in school, a bit popular. I had many friends, how I made friends beats me, but we lost contact. I might have been social, but I can't remember.

"I wonder how Mom's doin'..."
Mom. Well, she had black hair and brown eyes, nothing special.
I had nothing in common with her, regarding my appearance. I had (h/c) hair, (e/c) eyes, and, we didn't look alike at all.

Guess I'm adopted.

"That's sad. But, I had a good life, not complaining", I muttered.

Suddenly, something shattered.

"What the fuck?"

"Now now, that's an inappropriate language for a poppet", a man with strawberry blonde hair who was wearing too much pink for my taste, said.

"Okay. What the hell?!", I shouted, mockingly.

"That's not much bett-"

"Oliver, what the fuck are you doing? You should get the doll and then we get the fuck outta here!"
Another guy with reddish-brown hair, shades on his head and a... bat with nails said.

"Al, you can't swear in front of a little girl!"

"I'M NOT A LITTLE GIRL", I yelled.
It looks like I'm acting like a bitch, but I'm actually trying to get someone to help me without them noticing.

Another window shattered. "Why didn't you already get the girl, aru?"

"Shut up, drug addict", Al said.
He turned to me. "Let's go, doll. I don't want to waste time here."

"You already did", I said, standing next to the door, smirking.

I opened it and ran.
I tried to find Luciano's room as quickly as possible.
I didn't.

"Okay! If anyone else than the psychos who... broke into my room hear me, I need help, help right away!!"

"Come out, doll! You can't hide from us!"

"Holy fuck, I need fucking help!", I swore.

No answer.
I decided to enter the next room I found.

'Where should I hide? Everyone hides in the closet, they'll find me under the bed...'
"Fuck this", I whispered and hid in the closet.

Then the door opened.
"Knock knock, I'm inside your room now~
Where is it you've hid, our game of hide and seek's about to end~
I'm coming closer~
Looking underneath your bed but
You're not there I wonder
Could you be inside the closet?"

I tried not to scream. Oliver knew where I was.

I held my breath.

The closet door opened.

"Ding Dong, I've found you
Ding Dong, you were hiding here, now you're it
Ding Dong, finally found you dear~ now you're it
Ding Dong, looks like I have won, now you're it
Ding Dong, pay the consequence~"

"Found you, poppet!"

I screamed.