Cold Heart (Interracial)

"20"

Lukas P.O.V. (8 Years Ago)

I laid across the road that had cars coming. It was always a busy road so luckily it'll be quick. I didn't care about anything anymore.

I was gone. Lukas Zayn Estelle was broken. I was rape almost all my life, I was abused all my life, I didn't have any friends because of father. My teachers hate me because of father, even my love life wasn't good because none of the girls would go out with me.

Everybody saw me as Giovanni's little brother that couldn't do anything without him. I was his shadow.

I felt a tear escape my eye as I thought about all of this. I shouldn't even think about it because I'm only 16.

Hopefully a car could run me over and end it all. That would be better for me and everybody else.

I saw a car speeding real fast and I knew this was it. This is how my life was going to end. Me getting ran over by a car that someone would just think I'm just roadkill.

But that didn't happen. The car slammed on breaks, making it almost hitting me but didn't.

Well, I guess this wasn't my time to die yet. Whoever it was, I heard their car door open and shut it back.

"Ehi! Che stai facendo?" (Hey! What are you doing?) I heard a voice say. The voice I knew all too well.

The voice that always made me smile because of how it made me feel, the voice that had my heart.

I heard her gasp, coming towards me. I didn't see her until I saw her looking at me. Our eyes were making contact and we couldn't do anything but look at each other.

"Lukas? Che stai facendo?" (Lukas what are you doing?) She spoke up first. I sigh, avoiding more eye contact with her.

"Puoi lasciarmi...Non c'e ' piu ' niente per cui vivere" (You can leave me...There's nothing left to live for) I said, with a tear escaping my eye once more. I didn't hear anything from her but she did sit next to me Indian style.

"Luka... Non ti lascio qui" (Luka... I'm not leaving you here) She touched my hand, making me turn my head towards her to see that she had a weak smile on her face.

"Non puoi ancora andartene...." (You can't leave yet....) She trailed off, smiling at me. "Credo che tu debba continuare a vivere per una certa ragazza" (I think you need to keep living for a certain girl.) She said, with her cheeks turning a little red from what I could see.

"Quale ragazza mia madre?" (What girl my mother?) I asked and she chuckled, shaking her head. "No! Me!"

"Ohhh" I said causing her to laugh a little. We heard horns honk and people cursing in Italian for us to move.

"Forza, andiamo." (Come on, let's go) She smiled, getting up and holding out her hand for me to take. I smiled and took her hand and got up. If it wasn't for her, I would be dead.