*Readers P.O.V*
The drunk man loomed over me and greedily touched me all over my body. "Please stop" I begged him, tears streaming down my face. My (Your hair color) Hair started dropping in front of my face. Suddenly, the man was yanked away from me, and I was set free. I looked up to see a dark figure kick the drunk man in the face, sending him flying backwards. He was knocked out cold. The figure turned to me and I noticed who It was. It was death the kid. I couldn't speak because I was in shock. When the shock left it was quickly replaced by fear. Shaking, I fell to the ground shaking, and before I hit the floor I felt kid catch me in his arms. He picked me up bridal style and I buried my face in his chest.
"Are you okay?" He asked. Did I hear... worry in his voice? I shook my head, because that's all I could do. I was still shaking from what just happened to me. He carried me away from that dreadful ally as I breathed in his amazing scent. He smells so good. I buried my head deeper into his chest as I tried to block out the chilly night air. Somewhere along the way, I fell asleep.
