Rumor Has It | Levi Ackerman x Reader

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⮑WARNING: This chapter mentions alcohol, marijuana use, drug use, sexual acts, sexual harassment/assault, and domestic abuse. If you're not comfortable reading, please skip this chapter. If you do continue to read, read with caution.

⮑PLEASE READ: Sexual harassment/assault has no excuses whatsoever. Doesn't matter what you are wearing or what you are doing. No means NO.

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Speedwalking, almost running, to your apartment at almost 4 in the morning. Your heart is still beating extremely fast which could be from the running. Finally reaching your apartment, you frantically look for your keys and open the door. Locking it immediately, you stand by the door and look around the living room. You're still processing what just happened in your head and your body is preventing you from moving anywhere else.

You know you're safe in your apartment but your mind is still racing in fear. What if Christopher knocks the door down or breaks through the windows? You're 100% sure he didn't see where you ran off to so there's no way of him knowing where you live but your anxiety is stopping you from calming down.

After a minute or two, you grabbed your phone and started to look through your contacts. It's almost 4, even if you did call or text anyone, would anyone even answer? Well, who can you answer? Janelle is hooking up with a frat member, you don't want to wake up your parents, and calling your brother is off the table. If Alex finds out he will find Christopher and kill him and then give you the biggest lecture of all time.

You scroll to your last resort and find Stacey's contact. She's probably asleep and won't answer but she's your last resort at this moment. You call her and put it on loudspeaker. As the phone rings, you walk to the sofa and sit down. Your leg shakes as you wait impatiently for your friend to answer. After the last ring, she answers.

"Hey Y/N, you're finally home," she sounds sleepy. Maybe it is a bad time to be calling her but she's the only one you got aside from your brother and his wife.

"Yeah, I'm home," your voice cracks, and tears threaten to rain down.

"Why does it sound like you're about to cry?" she asks. Fuck, you hate how perceptive she is. She knows you too well.

"I'm not," you lie softly in hopes she won't be able to hear your dishonesty. It's stupid, you call for comfort but don't want anyone to know or worry.

"Y/N you better tell me what happened. Where's Janelle?" she asks and you can tell Stacey is getting more serious by her time. You can't lie to her anymore.

"She is hooking up with this frat guy where the party was, there were rooms and she's in one of them," you answer her. Then there was a silence. "How did you get home?"

Your mind flashbacks to what happened not so long ago. Shit, it hasn't even been 30 minutes ago. You stay silent as you try to figure out how to tell her what just happened.

"Spill it Y/N."

From her tone of voice, you can tell she's not playing around. You can hear the shuffling and the bed creaking in the background meaning she's either sitting up or standing up. She is not playing around.

"I swear if you don't-"

"Alright, I'll tell you."

You take a deep breath and tell her everything leaving no details. Well, all the details you can remember since you were drunk as fuck so some specifics are probably left out. Tears are falling down your cheeks and you sob as you tell Stacey what Christopher did. You tried to prevent yourself from breaking down but you couldn't and Stacey let you. At this point, you don't care if your neighbors complain.