One Hell of a Welcome
You close the final kitchen box with a huff, wiping the sweat from your brow and taking a look at the kitchen.
It had took two long days to travel from LA to New Orleans and quite frankly once you had reached the apartment you and Anthony had fell asleep on your bed.
Now, the next morning, you decided to start unpacking before you had work and wound up too busy. You figured Anthony may unpack in your absence but with his “fuck it” attitude your perfectionist one did not want to leave the unpacking duties to him.
You admired the neat and organized kitchen with a crossing of your arms and a prideful smile.
Just the bedroom and we're good to go.
"Holy crap."
Anthony looked around the kitchen and living room to see that everything was unpacked and neat. Even all the furniture that arrived a day before you two was unwrapped from the plastic.
Anthony felt guilt pool at the bottom of his stomach. He should've lent a hand yet all he did was sleep in, in your room and home that you opened to him.
"Why didn't you wake me, (Y/N)? Musta been tiring as shit to do all this on your own.",Anthony walked up to you in white boxers littered with red hearts. A frown was on his usually grinning lips as he looked down at you.
You shrugged with a lopsided smile,"Not really, it was duck soup. Plus you looked peaceful sleeping I didn't wanna wake you."
Anthony felt his heart warm and a smile spread across his lips as he gently pat the top of your head,"Next time wake me up, doll." You smiled at the gentle affection with a nod,"Alright I will."
Anthony walked to the cabinets and began to open them only to find dishes and cleaning supplies. He turned to you with a raised brow, watching as you began to stack the boxes within one another.
"I'm going to head out to get grocery and such in a few. We've still got some leftovers from the train inside the fridge.",you explained with a grunt as you forced each box inside one another.
Anthony nodded with a hum and you continued on,"Its barely four p.m so I’ll get going now." You stand up and pull the black handkerchief from your long hair, letting it fall down in waves,"Do you wanna tag along? I'm also going to be ordering your bed and dressers."
Anthony shut the fridge with his hips and looked to you with a rapid shake of his head as he opened the burger container. "Oh no no you are not buying me all that crap along with letting me live with you, ain't happening dame."
You made your way out of the kitchen, the lack of door allowing you to continue to speak to your friend.
"Shut it, Tony. I'm going to buy it whether you come with me or not."
Anthony only came with two suitcases, one for clothes and one for his shoes and the thought of him having to sleep on the floor was not a pleasant one for you.
Anthony walked out after you while chowing down on the cold burger,"Well I ain't gonna be there to watch you spend the money.",he looks around to the boxes littered in the living room as well,"I'll toss out the boxes for ya."
You slipped on the white kitten heels by the door and looked in the mirror to assure you were presentable,"Suit yourself, I'll be back in a little bit."
Pulling on your white purse across your shoulder you held the folded map of the city in your hands, you stopped at the open door when Anthony called your name.
You looked to him expectantly and he had a strange look on his face,"Be careful." You smiled and squished your round cheeks together while cooing,"Awh look at Anthony being all swell."
He gave you the bird with a small grin and with a soft giggle and blowing kiss, you left.
Anthony turned to head back to the room but a bad feeling began to settle on his heart. Chills ran up his spine and he turned back to the door with a look of concern. He stood there for a few moments before sucking his teeth and shaking his head.
Ehh..She'll be fine.
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You made your way to the bus stop with a small bounce in your step. Holding two brown paper bags you felt slightly uneasy at how quickly the sun had fell. Time went by so fast as you were enjoying a few sights inside the plaza you didn't notice it was sundown until too late.
Despite your unnerving feelings you felt happy to have gotten a few errands out of the way before work tomorrow all the while exploring the city a little bit.
Your new job was one you were excited for. A journalist who'd be working aside one of New Orleans most renowned radio hosts who you had yet to meet.
Seeing the sign of the bus stop a little ways down the road the uneasiness of being out in the empty streets had alleviated slightly. But it soon came back.
A cold chill ran up your spine despite the warm weather. Thats when you paused at a crossing and heard a pair of footsteps stop just after yours did.
You began to feel uneasier than you did before.
Stop being so paranoid, (Y/N).
Shaking the negative thoughts from your head you proceeded to walk along the pavement, yet a little quicker.
But as you quickened so did the footsteps behind you.
"Ma'am!",a males voice called out in the night. You inhaled deeply before slowly turning around and seeing a man holding out a small paper.
Your brows furrowed as he got closer and held it out,"I believe you dropped this." Glancing down you noticed your bag was opened and a few pieces of paper were barely hanging out. You breathed out the biggest sigh of relief while shakily tucking them back in and clicking it shut.
Thank god...
Taking the paper with the places you had wanted to take Anthony written on it you struggled to hold the bags,"Thank you so much." You offered a warm smile and a nod,"Have a nice evening."
Your smile fell once you turned around and came face to someones chest, then you felt a hand clamp over your mouth. Dropping the grocery bags you began to kick and thrash only for the large man in front of you to grab ahold of your ankles,"Wow she's a fighter! How fun..."
The bus stops sign only began to grow further away as you were dragged back, it eventually disappeared when you were pulled into an alleyway.
This cannot be happening...this cannot be happening..
Your heart was going thousands of beats per minute as you only heard your muffled cries for help and the sound of the two males snickering. Suddenly you felt your back slam against a brick wall, the scent of trash and giggle juice filled your senses.
You continued to thrash and attempt to scream until you felt something cold against the side of your neck and a soft click resonate through your ears.
This cannot be happening!
The man whos chest you faced spoke first,"I'm gonna move my hand from your mouth...if you ain't quiet I will paint these walls with your blood..." Tears had already begin to stream down your flushed face as you shut your eyes tightly.
"Am I understood?",he asked in a sinister tone, his companion chuckled darkly.
You kept quiet at first before you felt the cool barrel press against your dainty neck harder, then you rapidly nodded. Slowly he moved his hand from your quivering lips and you slowly opened your eyes. The darkness in the alleyway so strong you could barely make out their beady eyes. The one who had given you the note sporting an unkempt beard, the other a buzzed head.
"Get on your knees."
Your eyes widened and you shook your head,"P-Please you don't—Ah!" You yelped in pain as the man with the gun and buzzcut grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you down. He leaned in and pressed the gun against your lips.
"What the fuck did we say about being quiet?"
You whimpered and your shoulders began to shake. You felt your knees scrape and ache against the dirty gravel as your head hung in fear. He then yanked your hair yet again, this time you only whimpered fearfully.
Releasing your hair his beady eyes narrowed.
Now looking up at the two of them you felt more hot tears blur your vision, the barrel of the gun pressed against your lips.
"Open."
He commanded and you let out a quiet sob before obliging. They both laughed as he began to shove the barrel into your mouth.
"Say what is a looker like you doing all alone in the streets at night?",asked the bearded fella with faux concern in his deep voice. The man holding the gun suddenly pushed the barrel in further causing you to gag. He then pulled it out and you coughed while some dribble fell down your chin.
"I think she's a pro skirt...what do you say we treat her like one.",your eyes widened as he said this and you rapidly shook your head.
"N-No please! Just let me go I won't—",thats when you felt a hard kiss to the cheek.
Falling down on the dirty pavement the painful hit had caused your vision to blur and mind grow hazy. You tasted warm blood on your tongue.
Your breathing quickened as the blinding pain grew stronger and you felt calloused hands grabbing at your thighs then tearing open the front of your dress. The buttons bouncing off the pavement made you sob harder.
I'm gonna die here...this is actually happening...I'm going to be raped and killed...
Hot tears continue to roll down your cheeks as your vision and mind slowly began to clear from that punch, yet you shut your eyes again.
You were helpless as the bearded mans hand ran up your skirt. No amount of thrashing would stop the man on top of you, the buzzed man behind him laughed sadistically.
Then you heard the laughter stop, followed by the sound of metal clattering to the pavement. Then it was filled with soft gasps and...the sound of...gurgling a liquid?
Opening your eyes you looked up to notice a slender and taller silhouette standing where the buzzed fella once was. Before you could react a hand reached around the man on top of you and made a swiping motion across his neck.
Thats when you felt a warm liquid dropping onto your chest and torso, seeping through your dirtied pink dress.
You were in shock as the mans body fell onto you completely limp, more of the warm liquid pooled into the crook of your neck and along your lips. A bit had slipped past your lips and you grew horrified at the taste.
Blood.
The slender and tall figure was now crouching over the buzzed man, his arm raising up and down. As your vision cleared the object in his hands became clearer.
A bloodied knife.
Pausing with the knife plunged deep into his chest the mans eyes looked to yours. Glasses rested atop his nose and his almond shaped eyes were wide and...psychotic.
Without another thought and adrenaline pumping through your veins you tossed the large man off of you and onto the knife wielding one.
Then you ran.
You ran and ran as the taste of blood continued to fill your tastebuds and hot tears rolled down your round cheeks.
You didn't realize you had reached the apartment until you ran through the front door and slammed it shut behind you.
"What the fuck was that?",you hear with ringing ears.
Anthony walked out of his empty room to see you looking at him with wide and unblinking eyes. Blood stained your chin and neck and dirty dress that was now torn open at the front. Your knees were scrapped and dirty. Streaks of mascara were trailing down your cheeks. The once white kitten heels you wore were painted red.
Looking down at your bloodied arms and dress you felt your vision grow fuzzy yet again. This time darkness was closing in on your sight.
"A-Anthony...",you breathed out before your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you fell forward.
"(Y/N)!!"
Anthony ran forward and his long arms wrapped around you before you had the chance to hit the ground. His heart was beating rapidly and mind racing as he lifted you and hurriedly took you to the bathroom. Can't have potential evidence staining the floors.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
His mind raced as he kicked open the door and sat you down in the tub and began to look over your body to see where the blood was coming from.
Having dealt with people in this state and worse when he was apart of the "family business" he usually remained calm and collected and knew exactly what to do.Yet now it was different. Because it was you.
He let out a sigh of relief upon realizing there was no wound...so where did the blood come from.
Your eyes fluttered open as you blinked away your blurry vision, for a blissful moment you forgot where you were. Until you looked down and saw the blood yet again.
"Oh my god...",you breathed out in shock before your eyes fell to Anthony. Without a second thought you pulled in the concerned man and began to sob hysterically onto this shoulder.
"S-Something—happened...Anthony.—I-I...",he shook his head as you stammered and stumbled over your words pausing for gasps of air.
"Shhh, its okay, babe...I'm here.",he spoke soothingly into your ear while stroking your dirty and messy hair,"We'll figure this out."
I should've listened to my gut... Anthony thought while holding you as tightly as you held him. The sounds of your hysterical sobs bouncing off the bathroom walls.