i'm dead bored so i'm continuing writing this
Levi's POV
He smiles at me and I pull up the sleeve of my sweater when he shakes a pen at me. His smile drops a little when he sees all my bruises and, becoming self-conscious, I start to pull it back down. He stops me and begins to write a series of numbers on my arm. I check behind me a few times, making sure he isn't watching. Is this cheating?
He finishes and and blows me a kiss, making me blush. He walks away and I shut the door, walking up the stairs in my apartment. I arrive at the top and stand there, Hans stares at me from the kitchen.
"What took you so long?" He asks grumpily.
"The stupid neighbor wouldn't go away. He kept insisting on 'helping' me." I say, feeling bad for talking about him like that.
Hans grabs my arm and I wince as he squeezes a bruise. "You didn't tell him anything, did you?" He asks, his eyes fiercely piercing into mine.
I yank my arm back and glare at him. "Of course not, idiot." I snap. Hans raises his arm to hit me but I punch him in the gut. He grunts and wheezes, sitting back down in shock. He holds his stomach in pain and supports his upper body with the table.
"You're so fucking ungrateful. After everything I've done for you, this is how you speak to me." He mumbles under his breath and takes a bite of his sandwich. What a pig.
Later that night, we go to bed and like usual, I scoot as close to the edge as possible. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer, which he never does. Hans kisses my neck and I mentally groan at how rough his lips are. He never uses chapstick so his lips always feel so cracked and itchy. His growing beard rubs against my neck and I shift uncomfortably.
"What's wrong?" He asks. God, I hate his voice. It's so scratchy and I can only ever associate it with anger.
"Nothing." I say, scooting in closer to him. Of course I don't want to, but I don't dream of getting in yet another argument. I was lucky he didn't fucking shoot me for knocking the wind out of him earlier.
Hans chuckles, in a way I assume is supposed to be sexy. He shifts us into a better position, and intwines his hands in mine while straddling my waist, leaning down to kiss me. I don't kiss back, just let him take control. After a while he pulls away and wipes his lips. I look at him with a monotone expression and he scoffs, taking my shirt off. He starts to kiss my bruises and I sigh, it's hard to be comforted by that when he caused them. He starts to kiss down my arm and soon, he stops.
"What's this?" He asks.
"What's what?" I sit up. He pinches my bruise and I yelp, snatching my arm away from him.
"Is that someone's number? Are you fucking cheating on me?" His voice begins to raise, and I curse myself mentally for not washing it off after I entered his number into my phone.
Anger builds up inside me and my lip trembles a little.
"So what if I am? He makes me feel like an actual fucking person!" I scream, pushing him off me. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and I hear the springs as he gets off of it too.
"Oh yeah, make it my fault you're a fucking cheat."
"It is your fault." I snap angrily, grabbing my duffel bag. He doesn't respond and I look behind me. He's biting his lip and he has a desperate look on his face.
"W-what are you doing?" He stammers. It shatters my heart for a mere second before I remember everything he's done to me. I turn back to the duffel and start packing things that I need.
"I'm leaving." I say coldly, packing a few outfits and my electronics. Everything I bought for me, I toss into the bag. Hans walks up behind me and throws it to the ground, taking my hands in his. I resist the urge to vomit.
"Please baby, I'm sorry. Don't leave, I'll be better okay? I promise." Hans looks on the verge of tears, I've never seen him like this before. I almost consider staying, but I don't let myself fall into his tricks of manipulation again.
I grab the bag and walk to the stairs, trudging down and grabbing my shoes. I don't even bother to put them on. I hear him yell my name one last time before I slam the door and swing the bag across my shoulders. I walk for a few seconds before stopping. There he is.
His soft eyes admiring me and lips pulled back in a smile. His blonde hair blows back in the wind. He's the complete opposite of Hans, looks and personality wise.
"I heard noises." He says in a joking manner. I laugh and walk over to him. He grabs my duffel and slings it over his shoulder effortlessly.
"Do you want to come inside?" He asks as he motions to his door. I nod and follow him inside, taking one last glance to make sure Hans wasn't watching.
We step inside his apartment and he shows me his room, he says that's where I'll be sleeping. The bed is freshly made, I inhale the smell of laundry detergent.
"I just did a load, so it's perfectly clean for you." He says, setting my bag on the far left side of his dresser. I look up at him with confusion. Why was he being so nice to me? We just met a week ago. We barely know eachother and he's offered me his bed.
"Is everything okay?" He asks, concern lacing his voice.
"Why are you doing this?" I ask, gripping the blanket.
"I couldn't live with myself knowing something bad was happening to you." Was all he said before he laid me back and tucked me in. I scoot over a little and pat beside me. He laughs and shakes his head.
"I'll sleep on the couch, I don't want you to feel uncomfor-"
"But I want you to sleep next to me." I say in a demanding tone.
"Are you sure? I only sleep in my boxers." He replies sheepishly. I roll my eyes.
"Get in this damn bed." I command, looking away from him and at the celing. He gets undressed and I hear the bedspread rustle as he climbs in and reaches across me to turn off the light.
"What's your name?" I ask after a moment of silent.
"Erwin. Yours?" He shoots back as if he were waiting for that question.
"Levi," And then in a whisper, I add, "a total stranger to you."
"What was that last part?" He asked.
"Hm?" I look over at him.
"Sorry, I thought you said something.
I look back at the ceiling. "Must've been the wind."
part 3? 🤔
