Her Pervert (Sequel)

Chapter 12 - Flashbacks and Broken Hearts

I'm really sorry about my HORRIBLE editing last chapter!

Chapter 12 - Flashbacks and Broken Hearts

Levi's P.O.V

"Wait, wait, wait. Slow the fuck down, you spoilt brat!" I shouted into the phone, one of (Y/N)'s dumbass friends screaming at me so loud that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "Now, calmly tell me what the fuck is going on." There was a moment of silence before someone else with a deep, smooth voice said, "(Y/N) is missing. We need your help." I gasped, almost dropping the phone in the process. As my shaking hand set the phone down on the table, I started yelling curse words, picking up random objects and throwing them around the room. Cooling myself down, I picked up the phone, placing it next to my ear again. "Okay, I'm pretty sure she was kidnapped by a man named Crowley. Or at least, that's the name he goes by. All I know about this guy is that he's crazy, that he tortures his victims and then treats them like they're his best friend the next day. Anyway, you're gonna need that computer genius boyfriend of hers to track him somehow." Another moment of silence. With each second my heart pounded faster in my chest, fear that I hadn't felt since my father died in combat, the day after he promised to teach me how to use a gun. "Kyoya isn't doing too well right now, Levi."

Crowley's P.O.V

I don't know what was so wrong with me. I was so different to all the others. All these men, kidnapping, torturing, raping all these girls and boys while not feeling a single thing except pleasure and possibly hatred. While I admit that I was addicted to the look of fear on her pretty face, but at the same time, I didn't want to see her so brokenhearted. She was already going through so much trauma that I didn't know how to lay this new piece of information on her. "(Y/N)... I've been keeping you up to date on the outside world as promised, but I don't know if you'll want to hear this..." She glared at me, quickly demanding that I tell her the news. Her voice. It's so powerful, but her body is so broken. Unfolding the piece of paper in my hand, I passed it to her, looking away as she gasped at the photo. The boy I had come to know as her beloved husband was kissing another girl. "This can't be true," she whispered, her voice cracking as tears dripped onto the hard floor. "I'm sorry, darling. I truly am. I know what it feels like to go through heartbreak." She looked up at me with hurt and confusion in her beautiful (E/C) eyes, and it was then that I knew it was time to stop. I wasn't going to let her go, obviously, but I thought that maybe I should give her at least a few days to collect herself. "How about we go back to Europe, my lovely girl, then you can forget all about that Kyoya boy." I wasn't expecting her to nod, but when she did, I gently took her hand in mine and brought her to her feet, leading her out of her dark cell and into the dim hallway. Why do I act this way with her? She's much too young for me, but I know I don't like her like that. What is this feeling? I feel like I have to protect her and care for her. Not in the way I have, but in more of a... fatherly way. Do I love her, the girl I kidnapped, as a daughter?

Kyoya's P.O.V

I barely got any sleep the previous night. I had been too busy tossing and turning in my bed sheets, wondering if my beloved was okay. There was a faint knock on the door, a sickly sweet voice the made me want to vomit calling out to me.

~Flashback~

I knew I was drunk, but the reason I was so nervous instead of confident was because it was the first time I was drunk in public. Sure, I had been a little tipsy at (Y/N)'s sleepover, but I usually only got drunk in private. No one knew why and it was better off that way. I didn't know much about what I did when I was drunk. All I knew was that I was a very sexual drinker. If I was drunk and I was around a girl, I'd probably try to get her to sleep with me, and that is exactly what I was trying to do. I ground against Yurima, roughly pressing my hips against hers to the beat of the music. It was my father that insisted I get to know her better, but it was my brother who brought in all the alcohol. I knew I would most likely regret my decision tomorrow, but my body was working on its own as I grabbed Yurima's hand, ignoring all the cat calls as I dragged her upstairs to my room, the both of us laughing and having a good time as I pushed her up against the wall. All I could remember the next day was the loud moans and creaks of the bed, my hands gliding all over her skin, the feel of it not even comparing to the softness of (Y/N)'s. I remember that during the night I tried to pretend it was her, softly moaning her name as I pulled out and released that night. Of course Yurima was mad that I said my wife's name instead of hers, but because she was so drunk she forgot everything the next day. If it weren't for the both of us lying in bed together naked with my hand wrapped around her waist and the sheets soaked in sweat as well as other body fluids, then she would never have known what we did.

~Flashback End~

That's the end of the chapter. I tried to portray Crowley differently instead of like your average evil dude, since I wanted to be a bit more creative. The only thing is that it's really difficult to explain how he is. He's like... A really shit father that loves you and sucks at showing it, but at the same time he isn't... X'D