The Tattoo Artist

Chapter 5

~Eren's pov~

We reached my apartment complex parking lot, i didn't even notice Levi's hand on mine. As I reached for the handle I felt him give my hand a small tug.
"Thank you for coming to dinner with me."
I smile as I feel my cheeks become flushed.
"Thank you for taking me."
I leaned over and landed a quick peck on his cheek. I got out and giggled. As I walked into the lobby of my complex I took the elevator to my apartment witch was on the third floor. I unlocked the door and stepped inside closing it behind me. I set my stuff down on the couch then walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Went into my room to grab a towel, a tank top and a pair of fuzzy leopard print pajama shorts then walked back into the bathroom after turning on the radio until I heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
I yell but no reply.  I set my clothes down on the bathroom counter and walked to the door after I turn the shower off. I looked through the peep hole and what I saw scared me. It was my father, Gresha. I tried to lock door then ran to my room but I was too late. He busted through the front door down and ran towards me. I knocked stuff down as I ran  to slow him down but to no avail. I finally reached my room, I rushed to put my desk chair under the handle and hide in a corner but it was no use, I was trapped like an animal in a cage. He busted through my bedroom door and I froze as I could feel my blood run cold and my body go numb.  He sat on me, making it so I couldn't move and pinning me against the wall.  He went to rip my shirt, but I attempted to fight him off. All I got was a punch to the ribs and a slap in the face. The hot tears run down my face as I realize my shirt was torn and my chest exposed. He then pulled my pants down just enough to get to what he wanted. He smelled awful, of booze and tabaco.All I could do was lay there and cry as he wiggled out of his pants.  After pleasuring himself he left me. Exposed and no where to go.  I managed to lay down in the fetal position, crying in the dark with fresh bruises on my ribs and face.  All I could do was whisper "Not again. Why again.  Was once not enough?"

~A few days later~

I hadn't been out of my room in atleast 5 days. My eyes hurt from crying and my cheeks were stained. I was barely eating much less returning anyone's calls or texts. My apartment is still trashed and I have no strength or motivation to clean up. Levi stopped by today. He was heartbroken, but mostly angry when he saw me laying on the ground naked and sobbing what tears I had left.  He picked me up and set me on my bed. He grabbed my clothes from the bathroom counter and carefully dressed me.  He tucked me in and kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear "Its going to be ok my little angel. No ones going to hurt you." I could hear him slowly  pick up trash and things that were laying on the floor. He got my apartment in good condition, it almost looked as if nothing happened. He hasn't left since he found me and has been taking care of me, loving me. I hadn't been to work in 6 days now and still can eat barely anything.  I hear my front door, which has now been replaced, open. Levi comes in and sits by me. I place my head on his lap after he sits down.
"Would like to talk about it?"
a single tear ran down my cheek. 
"No."
I sobbed. He rubbed my back in hopes my sons would stop.