𝑃𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐸𝑅 ⛓ 𝐿𝑒𝑣𝑖 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

7

As i'm walking back to my cell I start thinking about the most recent events. "Why would he wanna have a one-one-one time with me alone?" Does he like me or something?" "Nah" I quickly killed the thought. "I don't even know the guy and he's a guard and i'm a prisoner. That's just super weird." I said in my head. Walking back to my cell, the question of the most recent events stayed in the back on my mind.

I walk up the stairs to head to the second floor and see Reiner and his group hanging around close to your cell. "Damn" I quietly said. I really didn't have time for his or his friends bs. I start to walk with my eyes focusing on everything else expect that group, but soon enough, they spotted me and started up a conversation.

"Well if it isn't Miss Baller", Reiner said to me. "Well if it isn't Mr Loser" I clapped back. Reiner's face started to look angry. "Wanna say that again?!" Reiner said, while walking closer to me out of anger. "Well if it isn't. Mr. LOSER"

Reiner grabbed my shoulder and pushed me against an empty cell bar. My face expressed the pain I felt. He pushed me so hard that I could feel my back burning and my head throbbing. "That hurts huh?" Reiner said, reading my body language. "Your such a loser" I said whispered softly. He grabbed my neck, chocking me. I tried to use my elbows to knock his hands off my neck by hitting my elbow on his arm, but his hands were so big and strong that it didn't work.

As his grip became tighter, I could feel myself moving in and out our consciousness. I heard him say something, but I didn't know, cause I was going in and out of consciousness. "Call me a loser again and see how that treats ya" I think he said. I was trying to responded, but i couldn't get any words out.    "Reiner, i think that's enough" "Yea let go of her reiner" I faintly heard some of his gang members say. I don't know who said it. 

I became unconscious and I felt my body go into a falling state and felt my body hit something hard. I started faintly coming back to consciousness, while rubbing my neck. I could slowly hear voices around me getting louder and louder then I heard a familiar voice the loudest. Officer Ackerman's voice.

"Y/N?! Can you hear me?! Y/N!" His voice spoke vaguely. I groaned in pain and every noise around me made it worse, especially Ackermans voice. "shut uppp" i groaned. I slowly started to get up and regain my vision back, after my eyesight went blurry. "Here let me help you up" Ackerman said, grabbing my arm and swinging it across his neck so he can support me.

 I look and see Reiner being detained by two guards and being hauled off God knows where. "Come on let's go" Ackerman told me, and started walking at a slow pace. I started stumbling and was about to fall, when Ackerman caught me by my waist. So gentle and so soft, but still able to keep me from falling. "It's ok, i got you" He whispered in my ear—so soft and nicely.

TW: ABUSE/DRUGS/SUICIDE/BLOOD/SELF HARM

His words create a warm feeling inside of me. I haven't heard those words said to me like. ever. I was born in an abusive household. My dad would beat my mom almost everyday, and if he wasn't hitting her, he was always yelling and drinking. He would always call me a mistake and he would tell my mom that he regretted marrying her. 

When he was out the house, buying drugs or drinking alcohol, my mom would lock herself in her room and cry. She never had time for me and when I had to force her to help me, she wouldn't do it with passion. She always looked sad. Heavy eye bags and dark circles, droopy eyes and always short with her sentences.

That gave me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. At school I was the popular girl who partied and did drugs and was allowed to do whatever he wanted. At home it was a wreck. I did self harm a lot. I cut myself, burned myself, almost committed suicide by overdosing, I don't even know how i didn't die from that overdose. All i know is that one second i was in the bathtub popping pils abs drinking heavily and the next minute im waking up on the bathroom floor, throwing up.

There was one time that my dad beat my mom so bad, there was specs blood all over the kitchen island, kitchen floor, and all over the kitchen sink. I ran to find my mom. I found her on the bedroom floor lying there, aching in pain. I started to bawl. I loved my mom, but she never told me she loved me. I just distanced myself from my house and would come home 2 times a week. I hung out at a drug house with my boyfriend at the time. He would always have illegal drugs and smoke weed all the time. I would help him run the place. I would make drops, roll up blunts, supply drugs. whatever needed to be done, i made sure it got done.

I learned to be reserved, not give my love to anyone, cause i don't want to choose the wrong guy like my mom did. I don't want to end up like my mom, bruises and black eyes constantly. It made me sick just seeing how he treated my mom. And the thing I regret the most is not doing anything about it. I regret it so much. I don't want to end up like how my mom is. I don't want to put my faith in someone just for them to take advantage of it, so I just don't open up to anyone.