Rosseta Donnatiello is a seventeen-year-old girl. She's marvelous, literally and figuratively. Every boy crave her, however she's to bashful to be in relationship. Finally, one day she's forced to go to the party where she meets Emiliano.
Emiliano C...
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Suddenly I don't feel any heaviness on myself, I notice that the man is no longer on me. I hear screams and I realize I'm safe. I struggle to get up, feeling an inconceivable pain, making it difficult for me to get up. I look at the sight in front of me and a brawl appears in my eyes. The two men who attacked me are now being beaten by two others.
I recognize one of them and turns out to be the mysterious boy I met at the party. The same who drove me home. Besides him is another young guy. My attackers are completely unable to cope with them. They lie in a puddle of blood and get kicks. I'm now in such a shock that I don't comprehend what's happening now and someone has just been killed.
I'm in such emotions that it's unbreakable for me to react. When the men aren't moving anymore, they both look at me and I just swallow hard. I know I'm only wearing panties and thin shirt, I'm so fucking cold.
I try to cover myself, nonetheless it doesn't make sense anymore. Emiliano comes up to me, however he stops and says something to this boy, which he nods and takes out the phone.
He walks up steadily, he's covered in blood, his hands are all over the wounds, his ankles are shedding blood. He looks at me then turns his gaze to my knees.
I didn't expect such a turn of events, I try to get up again, nevertheless it only ends with a screech of pain. Instantly he comes over to me and I catch him with my eyes, next he kneels over.
"Fuck, you're alright?" He questioned me. I just looked at him with teary eyes.
"I-I think I'm okay." I stutter, a single tear rolls down my cheek.
Emiliano put both of his warm hands on my cold cheeks. In my left cheek I feel terrifying pain which makes me hiss. He murmurs under his breath, "Fucking motherfuckers,"
"It hurts you?" Again he asks, revealing a strand of hair from my face.
He's a utterly dissimilar person from the one I had the opportunity to meet for the first time.
"A little," I respond shortly, in a low voice, practically inaudible.
This bewildering scent in the air is causing a strange feeling in my stomach. Smoothly he grabs my back with his hand. Then the other one grabs my lacerated knees as he touches me there. I feel a burning sensation and it grabs his attention as I clench my teeth.
He looks at me and looks deep into my eyes, asking if it's okay now. I nod my head back, which allows him to pick me up in bridal style.
Apart from that, I feel the pain in my left cheek is getting deteriorated. I'm sure that there's a massive red mark that will later turn into a bruise. This wasn't how I imagined the day would end.
