Alastor
It took you three hours to stop crying and hyperventilating. And another two to clean you up and get you changed into some jammies, your bloody clothes currently resided in the kitchen. Anthony assure you he'd get rid of them without a trace later on.
Now sitting in your bed you went through the story with a shaky voice and sniffles while Anthony held your hand.
You had seen people die in front of you before...but the attempted rape was something you had the privilege of never experiencing until tonight.
The johns weren't an option considering how useless they were in LA and the fact that Anthony belongs to the infamous Russo Mob.
"So they're dead?",Anthony questioned once you had finished and you swallowed hard with a short nod.
Even though he didn't show it Anthony felt glad that those two bastards had been killed. He was even thankful for the murderer...he didn't want to imagine what could have happened had he not shown up.
"He saw my face, Tony...",you started with a worried expression on your features,"...what if he tries to find me...what if he saw where I went...oh my god...he could hurt you too if he finds me!"
Noticing you begin to hyperventilate yet again Anthony rubbed soothing circles across the back of your hand and leaned in to give your forehead a kiss.
"There's no way he saw your face, it was so dark that you could barely even make out his.",Anthony sighed gently while reaching up and gently cupping your cheek. The other had already began to develop a dark bruise.
You had only suffered that blow and a few cuts on your knees and elbows, they did not compare to the mental wounds you now have.
Your hand gently clasped over Anthonys and he felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of you,"You're safe now...I wish I could do more but all I can do now is be here for you." You gave a weak smile to your six foot seven companion. His bleached tip hair was messy with how much he had been running his hands through it.
Your eyes fell to the clock on the bedside table and you let out a heavy sigh while looking down. Anthonys hand fell from your cheek as you did this.
"I have to be at work in a few hours...",you mumble while running a hand through your damp hair. Anthony looks at you incredulously while gently lifting your chin.
"Are you insane? You cannot go to work tomorrow, (Y/N)."
Anthony could not believe what you just said. After what happened you shouldn't leave or go anywhere for a while, especially not on your own. It seemed as if though you were brushing it off to not deal with it for the time being.
Anthony definitely knew what that was like, the dope fiend was the king of toxic coping mechanisms.
"I have to, Anthony. My new advisor is a real tight ass apparently, he's really anal about being punctual and professional.",you explained with a tired sigh and even more tired eyes. Their usual brightness and joy was dimmed.
Anthony bit his lip yet before he could protest further you shook your head,"Please, Tony. Lets drop it...I don't know if I can go another moment talking about it...can we just sleep now?"
He knew what you were doing, you had done it when you found out about your family. You were brushing it under the rug and acting nonchalant. You were going to explode again...but this time he'd be there for you when it happened.
"Sure thing, toots."
With that he let his arms wrap around you and gently pull you close to his chest. As your forehead rested against his muscular chest you let his soft heartbeat lull you to sleep and make wash away this wretched day.
When his lips planted another soft kiss on your forehead you fell asleep.
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"Okay are you sure you have everything?",Anthony asks while leaning in and putting a bit of lipstick on your lips against your will.
After yesterdays hellish events Anthony wouldn't let you even throw the trash away by yourself. So here you stood outside the news building with Anthony making endless touches to your appearance.
For some reason when you woke up...everything that happened didn't bother you. Obviously you were terrified of the crazed killer on the lose but you couldn't really do anything about that. At this point all you could do is move on and be on alert.
As Anthony attempted to unbutton the top few buttons of your dress shirt you swatted his hands away with a soft laugh.
"Tony! I'll be fine. I needa go in now I don't want to be late.",you smiled warmly at him while giving his shoulder a light punch.
Anthony looks down at you with a soft sigh. He found it impressive that you had reverted back to your bubbly self, yet he knew you were a ticking time bomb. His finger lightly brushed over your bruised cheek, he managed to cover it with his makeup yet it still looked a little rosy.
"Okay...I'll be right here to pick you up, alright?",he quirks a brow and cocks his head gently. You nod with that same soft smile.
"Thanks for worrying, Anthony, I'll be okay. See you later ya palooka."
You quickly rush away before Anthony can mouth off at you. Unknown to someone watching you.
Upon entering the building you could already feel the fast paced work environment. People paced and rushed through the office carrying papers and files.
Walking to the front desk the secretary was typing away at the computer quickly, without even looking up her energetic voice rang out,"I'm Cheryl Boomer what can I do for you ma'am?"
You blinked back before clearing your throat and offering her a polite smile,"I'm the new shadow for the radio host and main journalist, I think his name is Alastor."
She stops typing and looks up at you with a raised brow. Her red bob moves smoothly whenever she does.
"Alastor huh?",her eyes narrow slightly and a smirk spreads across her pale features. You studied her momentarily due to her strange reaction. Light freckles dust across her nose and her pink dress up top is unbuttoned slightly, exposing her cleavage.
"U-Um yes? Did I come on the wrong day?",you inquire with a raised brow and she shakes her head gently with a soft laugh.
"No no, babe. Come on, sugar, I'll take you to his office.",she stands up and snaps her fingers. Another woman quickly rushes over and sits where she previously was.
Cheryl was absolutely stunning. She had curves in all the right places and strutted and carried herself with a sort of chaotic confidence.
She reminds me of someone... you think to yourself while watching her strut.
Leading you down the hall she allows you to enter the elevator first,"So you must be one hell of a worker to be hired under the guidance of Alastor. And live under a rock to have been unsure of his name."
You smile with pride and nod while looking to the sheba,"I am, and well I'm sure I've heard him at some point but I don't frequent the radio much." Cheryl gives you a light nudge with a soft wince,"Do not say that to him. He is a very powerful man who is practically a household name and he takes a lot of pride in that. He's a cocky son of a bitch."
Your eyes widen slightly at the womans vulgar language and it hits you who exactly she reminds you of. With a friendly smile you turn to her while clasping your hands in front of you.
"Well thank you for the warning, quite frankly its nice to see another friendly woman in the building.",pausing for a moment the elevator dings,"I feel like we could become friends. You've especially gotta meet my friend, Anthony. You two would definitely hit it off."
Cheryl looks at you and the grin on her features softened. Usually many, especially woman, saw her as a chippy. They didn't even attempt to hide their disgust or judgement. Yet you looked at her with such warmth and friendliness it made her grin waver into a smile.
"That sounds nice.",she simply responded as you stopped in front of a wooden door, a golden plaque on the front held the hosts name in bold letters.
"Good luck..."
"Oh! I'm (Y/N).",you smile while holding out your hand. She takes it and gives it a gentle shake.
"Nice to meet you, (Y/N). I hope Alastor keeps you around."
With that she leaves you alone in the hallway. Inhaling slowly you internally boosted yourself up. You gave three rhythmic knocks and you jumped slightly at how quickly his nice and smooth voice answered back.
"Come in."
Wrapping your hand around the knob you slowly enter with a polite smile. His back is facing you and you take note of his attire.
He wears a long red pinstriped coat, a white collar peaks out of the back making you assume he was wearing a white dress shirt. He wore simple red slacks and slightly heeled black boots. His tan hands were folded behind him and his hair was chestnut brown, swept up.
"Hello, Alastor. I'm (Y/N), your new assistant journalist."
You slowly walked forward, your black pumps clicking against the clean and shiny floors. He slowly turned with a white grin on his tanned face and you stilled in your spot. His almond shaped brown eyes were half-lidded as he looked at you.
"Hello, my dear. Its a pleasure to meet you!"
Flashes from last night blurred your vision and you felt chills run up your spine as you remembered the psychotic look in his eyes. You slowly stepped back, your hands folding in front of you.
Then he chuckled lowly and lifted his oval rimmed glasses.
"I'd stay right where you are, if I were you, darling."