Craving Purity- Rewritten

VI

Elijah's POV:

Greyson has just left the room and I'm still staring at our gorgeous soulmate. Even though I could probably go help Greyson and be somewhat productive, I don't want to move. I am too enthralled by Levi's beauty and the need to be around him to comfort him if he wakes up.

I gently reach forward and run my finger down the side of his face. If Greyson were in here, he would probably accuse me of being impatient and trying to intentionally wake him up so I could have more attention. Which would be true. I want Levi awake so I can talk to him and get to know him.

"What the hell?" I hear Levi say, and I look down to see his eyes have fluttered open and he is fully awake now.

Poor thing is obviously still drunk, as his pupils are dilated and he seems dazed. However, he seems to sober up a tiny bit when he recognizes me.

"Where the hell am I?" Levi asks, trying to move out of the bed quickly and tripping, landing roughly on his stomach. "Why am I with you?!"

I slide off the bed, trying to find a way to calm him down. "It's okay, Levi... You were drunk-"

He cuts me off, surprising me with how reactive he is being. "So you use that as an excuse to take me to your place? Did you fucking rape me, you son of a bitch?!" he screams, lunging forward and shoving me in the chest. "Where's your fucking boyfriend?! Was he part of it too? Did you think it'd be easier when it's two against one?!"

"We didn't touch you," I say, my voice breaking as I fight my own desire to scream and cry in complete agony. Both I and my demon side cannot stand that our soulmate thinks I would harm him or take advantage of him, and it's all too much.

I have always relied on Greyson's strength and confidence, but I need to be strong right now. Levi is too fragile and he needs us... I can't let him down. I can't let myself let either of my soulmates down, but right now I'm getting close to failing.

Levi grabs the lamp from the bedside table and throws it at me when I take a step toward him. "Get the fuck away from me, you rapist!" he shouts, but he seems as close to tears as I am. "You harassed me this morning and grabbed me but you think I am just going to follow you and let you and your fucking boyfriend take advantage of me?! I'm not twelve anymore and I am not letting anyone do that to me again!"

I don't have a chance to beg him to hear me out because he sprints out of the bedroom and slams the door behind him. As soon as he's gone, I fall to my knees and scream in pain, before getting up and tearing the comforter and sheets off the bed. It isn't enough to get out my anger and pain, so I run to the desk and pull out all of the drawers, throwing the contents onto the ground and then do the same to our nightstands.

I run to the bathroom, sweeping all of my products onto the ground and punching the mirrors. My knuckles are bleeding, but I don't feel any kind of pain because my mind is so lost. I pull all of the towels out of the closet and throw them onto the floor before doing the same in our closet with all of our clothes.

I end up on the floor of our closet, all of our clothes strewn about, sobbing into my knees. I wish right now that demons could die, because I feel so lost and helpless. How could I do something to make my soulmate feel harassed and lead him to assume that I am some serial rapist who wanted to harm him?

If Greyson had the option to get rid of me and just keep Levi, I would try to convince him to take it because no one deserves to be burdened with a miserable, horrible soulmate like me. I'm a failure and I am absolutely disgusting.

After crying for enough time to give myself a pounding headache, I hear a knock on the closet door.

"Go away!" I yell, throwing a pair of pants at the door, but it opens anyway.