The Fallen Devil

Chapter One

Dj's POV

I was walking fast. There were people all around me. I didn't like it much. I'm in Las Vegas, running away. I just can't take all of the abuse I receive anymore. I walk into an alleyway and sit down. I then hear laughing. I noticed the scent and stood up. 'Marijuana' I thought. I started to walk away, when I hit a wall. But then it spoke. "Where do you think you are going, kitty?"
"S-sorry. Excuse m-me." I say, fear starting to consume me. I try to pivot and walk out of the alley, but another man blocks the way.
"Oh, I don't think we want any trouble."
"Here." I say, as I hold out the last money I have. Its only $50. The first man pushes it to the side. He grabs my shoulders and I squirm. "Let me go!" I shriek. I felt something sharp crawl against my skin. I looked over to see the second one driving a knife down my arm.
"Make any noise, and I will have no choice but to kill you." I bite my lip, drawing blood. They turn around because they heard a sound and I bolted. I went out to the streets and ran. They ran after me. I was screaming while running now, and people were staring at me like I was crazy. I don't know I probably was. I went into the road and almost got ran over. I looked back and felt something hard hit my front. I looked up and saw a man cursing at me. I looked back and so did he. He nodded. He positioned himself in front of me. The men stopped at immediately turned around and ran the other way.
I looked at the man in fear. If he could drive them away like that, what will he do to me for running into him? I backed away a little and tripped. He crouched down next to me helping me up with gentle hands.
"Are you ok?" He asks. I nod and wipe my already dirty clothes.
"Y-Yea. Sorry f-for bumping into you."
He looks at me.
"It's ok. Why were those men chasing you?"
"They... They wanted to..." I burst into tears.
"Nothing. I don't know. Sorry for bumping into you. I-I've gotta go." I get up and start to walk away. He grabs my arm and I flinch. He releases me at once and clears his throat, shoving a hand through his hair.
"What's your name?" He asks all of a sudden.
"D-Dj. Dj Mack. What's yours?" I say boldly. He stares at me in confusion.
"You don't know who I am?"
I shake my head. He points to a billboard, and my eyes go wide and I gasp. I look at him and he has a hand on his neck, blushing a little. I look down, flushed. I try to speak, but my mouth is as dry as a desert.
"Yeah. It's ok. Where do you live? I could take you there." He looks at me and smiles.
"Um... actually I don.." I get interrupted by reporters pushing me in order to get to the handsome man. 'Oh wow. I just ran into Dakota Johnson. Good part on your role Dj.' I think to myself. I smile and walk away, listening to Dakota call my name for me to wait.

Hey everyone! Author here. This is my first REAL story so I hope you like it. Please comment if I should do Dakota's POV next! Love you all!