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/THRIDY-FIVE. suspicions\
-Y/n's POV-
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I don't remember how long we fought but I do remember I was the most battered. My knuckles bruised and bloody. I had given both of them a good gab in or never the eye. I did scoff them up a bit but I, I was the most hurt.
Leif had grabbed my arms and held them behind my back and Asch walked up to me. I tried to fight and break free to earn my spot but I wasn't let go.
"You've fought long enough Y/n...stop now." He says, his body towering over me. "No.." I spit out. "Just give up Y/n. Please, you're too weak right now." I hear Leif say to me. "N-No!" I say louder. My head pounds "yes" but I protest against it.
"I'm so sorry then..." leif said, it was barley a whisper. I then feel my arms pull further back roughly. I bite back the gross pain I feel. I start to tear up not because I want to but because my body is forcing it.
Asch just looks away. Not out of apology but out for his focus. He clinched his fist and goes for a swing. I see the only bit of humanity in his eyes before everything goes black.
Soon after my short black out, I wake to see myself laying in a bed. The bed I was assigned. I sit up but quickly regret how fast my body went up. My head started to pound, body so weak and tired. I see Leif sitting down on a plush chair right near my bedside table. His body relaxed as he slept.
Why on earth his he here?
I just sigh and go to get up. I can already see the bruises on my arms and some on my legs as I go to get out my bed. My shifting had woken up Leif, his eyes clicked to mine. "About time." He yawns, getting right out of the seat to assist me. "How long was I out?" I mumble. "Not...long really." he says.
As Leif's hands go to my elbows to stable my steps I curse him away. "I got it. Just a little sore is all." I laugh it off. I actually feel like shit and would rather stay in but since he's the one here, I put my best foot forward.
"You'll be thanking me for this one." Leif gives me a grin. I realized I wasn't in the clothes from before. It's an oversized silk dress that held a long train. Quite beautiful but, my face and skin held a sad story from in the mirror, dulling it's beauty.
My right eye is slight swollen and is bruised purple and black. My lips had some cuts, my nose bandages up, I prayed it wasn't broken or at least okay. My wrists wrapped up and so was my left ankle. Both had held the most pain from everything that was going on with my beaten body. I hold back the tears, not just cause Leif is with me but because I got myself into this. I hurt myself and this is what I get. God i'm a fucking pathetic.
