The Don

Mystery Man✠

The Don

Alice

The building looked fairly run down, but had some sort of welcoming aspect to it; Transparent window looking into the shelter, showing off canteen benches and a kitchen in the back. Glass door with a sign on it. A frosty December wind blew my blonde hair to the left, tangling it more then it was already. Goosebumps arose on my bare arms, no jumper to cover them or the shockingly vivid bruises. I could feel heat evaporating from my cheeks, the iciness of the air making me sniffle and shiver. I wandered hesitantly towards the shelter, only looking for somewhere warm for a couple hours before going to find and alley and staying there; No way in hell was I staying the night here, anything could happen.

A savoury smell hovered in the air, inviting me into the place. I tried to pull the door open, but was struggling to hold it open. I wasn't strong enough. My body shook and just when the glass door was going to slam shut, it was held open for me, a musky scent invading my lungs. I stepped through, the person holding it open let it go, closing behind me. My head turned to face a chest, so I looked up to find a familiar face. Slicked back black hair that I had just witnessed in the alley. He had a slight crooked nose, perfect jawline and defined cheek bones. He looked as though he had been sculpted by the gods.

"Are you okay?" His deep but comforting voice snapped me out of my analysis. He seemed nice, but from the current scene of him and his enormous giant-sized frame, I was intimidated. I nodded my head slightly, whispering a small thank you before looking around and deciding to go and sit down at one of the tables. My little legs scurried to the long canteen bench, sliding onto the bench.

Reality was starting to set in; I was alone. My family had abandoned me and now I was here. Why me? How was I going to carry on? It's not like I could move away, I still have school and friends. But it wasn't going to be anywhere near the same. I have nowhere to stay, no warm house I could call a home, even if my 'home' sucked. But now I was sat in a night shelter for the homeless and I was part of that minority. A homeless person with a terminal illness.

I laid my head in my hands, elbows holding me up, but I had to quickly change that position from pins and needles erupting up and down my arms. A yawn escaped my mouth, making my hand cover my mouth in reflex. And just as my hand returned to the table, the intoxicating smell from earlier had returned and a body sat beside me. My heartbeat sped up and my hands shook slightly from the nerves swirling nauseously in my body. I couldn't even look at him from how frightened I was; Did he see me in the alley? Or did he just not like the look of me?

"Hey, what's your name?" His voice rung in my ears, catching me completely off guard. I looked at him kind of perplexed he had been sort of nice. I tilted my head like a confused puppy, trying not to stare into his captivating greyish-blue eyes , but I couldn't stop myself. "So? Your name?" He asked again, making me open my mouth to speak, but I thought before a word came out my lips. I contemplated telling him my name but if he wanted to report me to the police, I could just as easily report him.

"Alice." My voice came out croaked and slightly higher pitched than I anticipated, making me involuntarily cringe at my name. He grinned, showing off his pearly whites in a toothy smile. He was gorgeous, but still scary. "Oh, I'm Giovanni." It only confused me more, why was he being so nice? I had literally just witnessed him killing someone not even an hour before this. But no matter that, something in my gut was telling me, screaming at me that he was good, that he wasn't as mean as I had seen. I was so confused.

Giovanni

I walked through the glass door, the bell ringing softly above me; I had to duck a little from my height to avoid hitting the roof, a mistake I've made far too many times. Although I was involved in unlawful business, I did my part for the community, trying to keep my karma as good as possible; Today was my day for helping at the shelter, something I relatively enjoyed doing. I got to help people and listen to their stories, some of them with very interesting ones at that. But I could feel that today was going to be different. An unnerving feeling installed itself in me and I couldn't quite tell why until a young girl tried pulling open the door, her body shaking from the weight. I ran over to her and held the glass door open for the blonde teen to step through just before it slammed shut on her.

The young girl looked tired and ruffled up; Long platinum hair in frizzy waves that hung drowsily over her shoulders; Purple and black bruises dotting up and down her bare arms; Dark bags slugging under her honey brown eyes; Red flusters shading over her cheeks and tip of the nose. She was the definition of a beautiful mess.

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Okay, hi. It's been a while since I last updated, don't think anyone noticed but if you did and you care about this story please read what I have to say. The past couple weeks have been hell for me, I have gone back to old eating habits and I have little motivation to write or do much. I originally said updates were going to be slow, but now they are going to be anywhere at anytime. I might upload loads in a couple days, or maybe one a month. Just bare with me please, everything is becoming a lot again.💕

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