Blinded By His Words

*Blinded by love Twenty-three*

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"I can't do it! I can't keep doing this!" 

"I'll be good, I'll be good!" Desperately hooking arms with Erwin, I frantically pulled his furious body back to me before he had the chance to walk off and leave me. "Please! Don't leave me!"

His eyes lock with my own, my body tensing as my finger's don't dare loosen from their grip on him in fear of him escaping my grip. His hand reaching up towards my cold, frozen cheek from the chilliness of the night, he stops midway; his hand right before my exposed neck.

"E-Erwin?" I call his name in fright and confusion. "W-what-"

I didn't matter to Erwin if my life was taken at that moment of time, for he was the one to wrap his large, rough hands around my throat. Not looking at me but at my red painted neck, a murderous spark shines in his eyes and dead is seen knocking at me door.

"N-no... P-please.." and as if only than noticing what exactly he was doing, he jolts back wide eyed; forgiveness being the only thing he asked for from me later that day. And stupidly, I did.

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~ Levi's POV ~

"Is this it?" Krista asks quietly, her eyes along with all of ours observing it curiously.

"Google maps says so, so I'm gonna guess yes." Ymir shrug's, clicking off her phone which held the photo of the house the same as the one before us. 

Stepping in front of all of us, Marco just watching him but staying where he is; Jean stops looking at all four of us dumbfounded.

"Well, are you coming or not?" He groans, rolling his eyes.

"Is there anyone in?" I sudden say, them all stopping and eyeing the house once again. "There's no cars," I state the obvious.

"No dur," Jean snorts. "There isn't a car on the drive way..." he starts, pausing for a second but than shifting his glaze else where. "But there is that car, and if it isn't just me, it looks very familiar."

All turning with Jean to face a car which is non other than Erwin's, I sigh. 

"Maybe the dad went out?" Marco suggested. 

Ymir, obviously an inpatient person, just re-lifted her cases and headed towards the front-door. "Right, well I don't know about you but I don't plan on standing outside all day, so if you idiots don't have anything planned today, I suggest you follow me."

Jean cursing under his breath, sniffled a; "fine," before heading forwards with the rest of us towards the front-door. 

"Who's knocking?" Marco questioned.

"Really?" Ymir grumbled, "it's a door, it's not going to kill us." Snorting, Jean protectively hooking an arm around Marco for comfort, I shook my head um-amused. "I'll knock than, shall I?"

Doing just as she said she would, she pounded her fist three times against the hardened door, stepping back just after politely. With us all waiting patiently for an answer, Marco side stepped even closer to Jean. "What if it's the wrong house?" 

Jean, along with the rest of us, oblivious to Marco's words and being to engraved in the creaking open door, hold our breaths. If this is ended up being the wrong house than all our time, effort, research would've been for nothing--

"Ah, I see you guys made it." And with a breath of relief, everyone but me, nodded. "Well, C'mon in. Dad's just gone out with Eren food shopping for tonight... but Erwin and Annie are here, if you know who they are?"