A Fanboy And A Dollar (Ereri)

Chapter 23

Warning: This chapter has themes of sexual assault.

Levi's POV:

Following. Watching. Looking. What?

I stumbled. Ever so slightly. Snapped back into consciousness from a cloudy drunken haze.

It's been a month since I left my rockstar life. Eren is so very worried about me, and I understand it. I'd be worried about myself too—if I actually cared.

A hot jab of emotional pain made me flinch as I forced myself to walk towards a couch to sit. I didn't know where I was. I didn't know anything. Just my problems... and Eren.

Was Eren a problem? I closed my eyes in wondering. How could he be? He saved my life, and I finally found him again... and I love him. How could I think something like that?

Falling into the couch, I tried to steady myself from the spins. I felt nauseous. I didn't understand what was happening around me. I felt a hand... trailing. A hand? Whose? Why? What was happening?

Blinking away the darkness that ate away at my vision, I tried to focus on the person in front of me. Did I know this person? Who is this? Why are they touching me? I felt nauseous... and I wanted to go somewhere to throw up.

I heard noises. I couldn't tell if it was a song. I believe it was. Was it my song? It sounded familiar. I heard my voice speak, and it felt like I was the one singing it.

The hand wasn't shy. It crept up to my face and cupped my cheek. Something felt wrong. What was wrong? Eren? Eren is that you?

I tried to form words, a question. But my dry throat constricted airflow. I thirsted for a cup of water. I licked my lips in an effort to make my sudden thirst wane, but before I could even finish the action, something trapped my tongue between my lips.

A snuffed out voice rang from my throat—muted by the mouth that had pressed to mine. Who was this? This wasn't Eren. This must be a dream. It can't be real. Am I being raped?

A sudden burst of common sense bubbled up anxiety, and I pushed the stranger back. My eyes, they could focus. I raised a hand to my face and furrowed my brows. It was some girl, with eyes like that of jade. She licked her lips and smirked at me. Why was she doing this?

"H-hey.. don't do t-that," I muttered out when my voice came to me. I was being lulled back into a state of spins. I was so dizzy. I laid down.

"What? You think I'm too good for you or something, good-looking?"

I was incredibly confused. Who was this girl? Why was she doing this to me? I couldn't remember. I've been drunk for so long. I don't even know where the alcohol came from.. I must have gone somewhere.

The girl curled her fingers around my throat. Her mouth met mine again. I mumbled, I pushed, I pressed. She wouldn't leave me alone and my whole body was too limp to respond accordingly. Her green gaze met mine when I opened my heavy eyelids. Why was she staring at me? Couldn't she see I didn't want this?

I needed to call someone. I needed to call Eren... or the police... anyone would do at this point. The girl paused for a heartbeat, and my hand found the pocket I always keep my phone in. Empty.

"S-shit no," I mumbled out, my stomach dropping as I realized I didn't have my phone on me.

"Don't want me to stop, babe?" the girl asked, slurring the words together into a string that stung my ears. I didn't want anyone but Eren calling me that. No one else was allowed.

"Please stop, please. I have a boyfriend," I choked out. The girl either didn't hear me or didn't listen, for she continued to make out with my unmoving lips.

I felt like a steaming pile of shit the entire time the girl molested me. I was about to pass out and she was touching me everywhere. I wanted to punch her, I wanted to kick and bite and fight, but I knew I'd probably get arrested.

And so I had to lie there, motionless... emotionless even. She didn't stop, and I felt myself slipping into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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Waking up in a stranger's house with a hangover is never a good feeling. I went to pat my pockets only to find that I had no pants on. Where did my clothes go?!

I shot up into a sitting position way too fast and almost passed out from it. I blinked away the darkness that ate away my vision to find that I was naked on the floor of some stranger's room. I couldn't remember a thing from what was presumably last night. What the fuck was I doing?

I scurried around, holding my head in my hands while I searched for my clothes. My naked body was covered by a blanket that I was laying on. Did I really come out to cheat on Eren? I don't remember ever wanting to, but I guess I did.

Finally I found my shirt and pants and tugged them on. I didn't care enough to look for my socks, so I pulled on my shoes and checked my pockets. My phone was missing but I had my wallet so I cut my losses and went outside.

My head was foggy and my heart felt like heavy, rusted metal. I almost wanted to cry just walking along the sidewalk. People walking past me would stare in disgust at me. How did they know I did such a filthy thing? It's almost as if I had a sign taped to my forehead that said in big bold print: "I CHEATED ON MY BOYFRIEND" and it was disheartening.

I finally recognized the neighborhood I strolled into and sought out Eren's house. In my mind, I fought over whether not I tell him. Since I didn't mean to do it I could just play it off? No, I could never hold a secret like that. It would eat me from the inside out.

Walking up to his door, I breathed a deep breath. Anxiety crippled my confidence and I timidly rang the doorbell.

Eren opened the door, and for a split second his eyes shone like beautiful stones. It was short-lived, for his beautiful face suddenly turned into a horrified expression.

"Levi, why do you have hickies all over your neck?!"