How It All Started

Chapter 6

I moan as Levi slips his finger into me and sets a brutal pace. Tugging against the rope holding my hands in place by the bed frame. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, biting it sharply.

“Fuck, Levi, please,” I beg not knowing exactly what for but begging all the same.

“Patience, you'll take what I give you,” he growls but slips a second finger in me, the heat in my core building.

I whimper and moan as he stretches me out and fucks me hard on his fingers. Suddenly there's a third finger joining and I cry out in pleasure, his name falling from my lips. Meeting his thrush I whine begging silently for more. When he pulls his fingers out I whimper at the empty feeling, eyes flying open to the dimly lit room I share with Levi.

“Fuck,” I mumble getting out of bed to change into a pair of black sweats.

Once I finish changing I hear the door open and Levi walks in. I flush remembering my dream and from the same gym clothes he was wearing in the picture. “Hey,” he greets me.

I nod back not trusting myself to speak and then grab a book. Sitting down to read I glance at Levi and make eye contact with him. I quickly look away and return to reading, trying to keep my thoughts away from my dream. When it comes time for dinner I skip and instead go to the old building to smoke. After being down there for about an hour Levi opens the door and sits next to me. He takes the joint I was smoking and takes a hit.

“What's got you down here instead of at dinner?”

I stay silent for a moment thinking of what to say, “I just had this dream and it messed with me. I need to get my mind off it.”

“Mhm,” he passes the joint back to me and I take a hit exhaling the smoke away from him.

Passing it back to him we sit in a comfortable silence and just enjoy our high together. After a couple of hours, we returned to our room. Then Levi breaks the silence, “Want to talk about it?”

“Mhm?” I hum confused.

“The dream you had,” he clarifies sitting on his bed and motioning for me to sit next to him.

“It wasn't much just a bad dream,” I try to brush it off feeling like he's only asking out of courtesy.

“Sometimes it helps to talk about you know.”

So I tell him but instead of it being the dream I had this afternoon I tell him about the one from last night. I tell about how scared I was to be back with my mother and all the abuse I relived in my dream. At the end of my retelling, I'm in tears and Levi gently rubs my back as I cry. “Shh, it's okay, you're safe now.”

Hearing his comforting words I sob harder and curl in on myself. He pulls me into a hug and comforts me as I cry until there are no tears left, “Thanks.”

“No problem, you should probably get some rest,” he says, letting go. I walk over to my bed and fall asleep fast, exhausted from all the crying.