ArminxReader - My Best Friend

Chapter 10

YOUR POV:

The night was dragging on longer than I anticipated, despite my attempts at making the officers hustle.

Only now had they began even considering, what to do with him. The entire time they had him sitting on the floor shackled while they kept a close eye, and he did not look any more pleased about it than I did. He sat completely still almost without blinking, and his face drooped in semi exhaustion. I can't say that position looked very comfortable and I could understand him beginning to look restless. Behind his eyes there was irritation and agitation boiling, I could tell he was fired up but too drained to act on it. I was surprised he chose to keep his mouth shut for so long, one thing he that could never be ceased was his blabbering.

He just sat clutching and unclutching his hands, clenching and unclenching his jaw, and grinding his teeth together. With every moment of physical tension he put on himself to deal with his anger, I could see that the only thing it accomplished was further fatigue. I couldn't say I felt sorry for him, not at all obviously. If anything I revelled in his discomfort and rather enjoyed his current awkward state.

Seeing him shift and stare and rub his wrists against the cold metal made me feel merriment in his suffrage. The price he was going to pay for causing me such grief was going to bring me pleasure, but at the moment I couldn't say I had the energy to rejoice in my current state. My face still stung, I was tired to death, my hip bone felt bruised, and I was starving. My stomach just felt empty and my bones ached all over, not to mention I had a constant burning sensation in my cheeks. I'm not sure if I could even eat anything and keep it down, my stamina was low and I was still a little shaken up. In conclusion I just needed to sleep, and I would have given anything to ditch everyone right now and throw myself under my covers and onto my mattress.

Yet, the night drew on with what felt like neverending minutes.

Eren quickly shuffled along side me in the living room, yet my gaze didn't turn his way as he approached, nor when he spoke. For a moment I was trying to cease everyone's presence from my mind, and though I'd respond to whatever he had to say, I didn't do it full heartedly. As I'd been doing for the past hour."(Y/N), did I do alright back there?" He asked referring to his report to the officers.

"Considering Mikasa spoke enough for the both of you, and you just nodded your head in agreement I'd say it all went rather smoothly." I replied.

Eren huffed, and heaved his chest as a deep, but quick sigh escaped his lips. He rubbed the back of his neck in wonder. "I still don't quite understand exactly why we had to do that, all Mikasa did was brush me off when I asked her." Eren mumbled.

"In time." Was all I managed to say in return. I was still not in the mood for chatting, and as guilty as it made me feel every person who spoke to me made me annoyed, and bothered. I just wasn't in the right mindset for this kind, or any kind for that matter; of conversation. Mentally I was stressed out, and still my eyes were on the constant verge of tears. Yet, Eren continued to mutter beside me as his words dragged on into a faded sound of muffled noises in my head.

***

Right now I waited on the front lawn for them to bring him out, the red and blue lights from the car danced on the thin blades of grass below my feet. It reached the folds of my clothes, and the skin of my hands as I nervously wrung them in front of my stomach. I could focus on nothing more than that back seat of the vehicle in front of me, nothing else existed at the moment. There was something about the atmosphere, the distant sounds of everyone around me, and the negative space of silence that drew away my attention span. Everything seemed a bit muddled, and unclear, but my vision solely focused on the departure of my Step Father. I never thought he'd be in somebody else's hands, at least not like this. I was a bit disappointed that I couldn't work up the courage to say one last spiteful thing before he left, but for whatever reason I shut my mouth.