Horrifically Wounded, Strikingly Gorgeous & Deadly [ErenXMikasa] [Eremika]

XIX: A Royal Scandal

[Mikasa] 

"...What?" I feel my knees go weak, taking another puff of my cigarette as the embers fall. Shakily, I turn to Levi. He looks straight ahead, eyebrows furrowed in an expression of anger; his eyes glistening with what seems like fresh tears. His fists are balled in his lap, so tightly his knuckles have gone white. I feel fresh tears leak from my eyes.

"P-please don't make me say it again, Levi..." I plead, and he turns to me. Runs a hand over his face. "...When?" Is all he asks, avoiding making eye contact with me as he takes another puff from his cigarette. I gulp. "First time was f-five years ago..." I trail off, inhaling the nicotine from my cigarette as the smoke wafts round us like a bad smell. "The f-first time?! What the fuck, Mikasa? How long has he been doing this to you?!" His voice emanates throughout the car, becoming louder and louder by the second. Tears spill from my eyes again, my throat coarse and dry. My lips smack together as I attempt to form a coherent sentence. "Y-you and mom... you went out... I-I d-don't know where you went - I-" I start stuttering, and I feel Levi's hand lace itself with mine tightly. "He j-just... kept coming toward me, and t-touching me and..." I trail off as I hear sniffling. I turn back to face him. He's crying. Fresh tears stain his cheeks, running down and painting his jeans in splatters. I grip his hand tightly. Levi continues to look straight ahead; why won't he look me straight in the eye? I watch as he takes a deep breath.

"...when w-was the last time?" He asks coolly, gripping my hand so tight the bones in it might break. I swallow the stone in my throat. I feel as though I might be sick. Another puff. A deep inhale; shallow exhale. My fingers twitch in his hands, and I feel the tears spill over again. "L-last night..." Once again I trail off, the waterworks exploding as heat rushes to my face. I sniffle. Silence blankets over us, the tension so dense you could cut it with a knife. "...I'm gonna fucking kill him," I hear Levi spit, anger and malice dripping from every syllable. I jerk my head toward him violently. "No! Levi, please don't do tha-"
"He fucking raped you, Mikasa! You were a child!" He yells, letting go of my hand as he raises them in the air. "And he continued raping you! Even now!" I shake my head, crying. "Please, Levi. P-please, don't!"

"What do you expect me to do, Mikasa? I can't just sit around and let my baby sister be raped by our own father," he pushes, and I shake my head even more vigorously. "P-please, don't tell anyone. For fucks sake," I push my hair out of my eyes. "I told you because I trust you. Please - for fucks sake, Levi, I'm begging you." I look at him, his eyes glistened over with tears. He clenches his jaw. Looks at me once more. "Please. Don't say anything. D-don't do anything. Please." I beg.

"Please."

I jolt awake, my brow freshly coated in sweat - breathing shallow. I grip my head tightly, a pounding pain shooting across my temples. Where am I? I squeeze my eyes shut tightly as the ringing in my head fails to cease, and I wince. Opening my eyes, I glance down, noticing a set of sheets and blankets that aren't mine. My eyes drift upward; this room isn't mine, either. A pile of clothes on the floor catches my attention; my clothes. I feel my heart skip a beat, glancing down at my chest. Fully clothed. A sigh of relief. My eyes trail to an arm, strewn across my waist. I feel my heart drop in my chest as I glance to the side of the bed, only to notice a shirtless Eren, face-down in the pillow. I feel my eyes widen, a sense of dread coming over me. What the fuck happened last night? A scream escapes my lips as I attempt to shuffle my way out of his grasp, before I feel the bed disappear from underneath me. I yelp, the loud 'thud' of my ass hitting the floor resonating throughout the bedroom. My head hits something hard on the way down, and I find myself rubbing it gingerly in frustration. "Fuck." I hear Eren's steady breathing pause, before his shaggy mop of hair peeks its way over the edge of the bed. He looks at me drowsily, before letting out a sleepy chuckle. "...Mikasa?" I look up at him, only to press my back against the wall of his bedroom. "What the fuck," I begin, panting heavily, "am I doing here, Bright Eyes?" I squeeze my eyes shut, becoming aware again of the pounding in my head. I hear the slight shuffling of the covers.