{AU} Levi Ackerman X Abused!Reader | Eccedentesiast |

Chapter Six | Heal |

The ride back home was awkward, to say the least. There was the deafening silence, only the rumbles of the vehicle. The exhaust noises the truck made was soothing to her, it reminded her she was real. 

This was real.

But...now what? What's going to happen?

She doesn't want Levi to take care of her, she would feel even more of a burden than already.

They had already stopped by her house to pack several things, Levi is forcing her to live with him for a while, at least until things clear up. But he knew one thing for sure,

She was not going back to Trent. Over his dead body.

Levi's hands gripped the steering wheel, his mind still foggy and clouded over. He was livid, for several reasons.

Trent had been abusing her for God knows how long, and he never noticed. He nitpicked a few moments but shrugged them off. "Just like a fucking dumbass..." He thought.

Why hadn't she told him this was going on? Why hadn't she at least mentioned it, once? "Why did she fucking lie? Why did she hide this shit and keep secrets from me?" He clenches his teeth, gripping the steering wheel until his bruised knuckles ached even more.

Lastly, why hadn't she left him? Why did she stay with him when he abused her? "What the fuck was she thinking? I knew she could be a dumbass at times, but this is just ridiculous as hell!" He jerks the steering wheel into his driveway. 

He breathes a sigh of utter defeat as he turns the vehicle off and rips the key out. He scratches his scalp and pushes his bangs out of his face in an attempt to calm himself down. 

He unbuckles himself, opens the door and steps out of the truck before slamming the door shut. He walks to the bed of the truck and grabs as many of her belongings as he could carry. They had not packed enough for her to completely move in, they could always make a little trip back to her house and retrieve more of her belongings. 

He then follows the sidewalk up to the porch, shoving the key in the lock of his front door, jiggling it and finally opening it. He stands behind the door waiting for her to walk in, continuing to shut it behind her. 

"The guest bedroom is all yours, we can go put your shit in there." He mumbles, walking past her and down the hall to the bedroom next to his. It was a little smaller but it comfortable. Once he sets the things on the maroon blankets that laid on the bed, she did the same. 

"Follow me." He begins walking out of the room, to another door in the hallway. Once she steps in after him, she realizes they are in his bathroom. He shuts the door behind her and walks over to the cabinet under the sink. 

"What are-"

"You have blood all over your damn face, you look like a clown." He spits, setting the first aid kit on the counter.

The bathroom was a pretty big size, it was bright but welcoming. Her footsteps echoed as she walks towards him. He turns to look at her, taking in her appearance.

Those sleeves and jeans. They were hiding something. She always covered all of her skin. All of it. 

"Take off your clothes." 

"W-WHAT?" 

He sighs, taking a small step back. "I know he left other marks on you...Let me see them." He mumbles, sympathy laced in his tone. 

"I- I don't" 

"I won't watch, I'm gonna run you a bath okay?" He pets her head softly, ruffling her already messy hair.