Friends... Or more?

Okay guys this is going to be an alternate way that I could have ended this series, this in no way applies to the normal story line. Be warned this had severe angst and smut in it.

I spoon another bite of cereal into my mouth and almost choke on it when Levi slams the door on his way into the house. He runs a hand through his already messy hair and I jump up in concern when I see his red eyes and his swaying body. I walk a bit closer to him and I recoil immediately when the overpowering stench of alcohol hit me. "Levi, would you like to explain what happened?" I ask him in a stern voice. He looks at me with annoyance and I back up when he takes a determined step towards me.
"You know... Your cute?" He slurs to me and I shrink back from the heavy hand he lays on my shoulder.
"Yeah yeah, why don't we have this conversation when you aren't drunk" I tell him and push him gently back toward the bedroom. "You're gonna be a bitch to deal with later..." I sigh to myself and he plants his feet into the floor and swings his arm towards me. I barely dodge it and manage to back away from his stumbling steps forward. "Are you fucking crazy?!?!" I yell at him and he lunges at me again. I topple to the floor and hit my head hard on the ground. Pain radiates through my skull but when I check the back of my head there is no blood. Levi straddles my hips and raises his heavy arm again. I scream for him to stop but I can't defend myself from the harsh blow delivered to my cheek. My head snaps to the side and I can feel myself trembling in fear. "I bet you're so turned on right now you whore!" He says with a loud laugh. I whip my head back around and I can feel rage tightening my chest. With all my strength I push him off of me and try to run away. He grabs me and pulls me back to the floor and before I can register whats happening he had pulled my shirt off and is licking at my chest. His tongue is dry and scratchy and it feels like sandpaper on my skin. I desperately try to push him away but it's to no avail. He flips me over and pulls down my sweat pants quickly. He smacks my backside hard and I scream in pain. He delivers blow after blow until I'm sure that my skin is bright red. Tears are streaming down my face and I can't do anything but sob and twitch at this point. He flips me back over and looks in disappointment at my flaccid dick. His eyes are dulled over from the alcohol and in his delusional state he seems to make a realization. I feel a spark of hope that he realizes what he is doing but Instead of stopping he shoves two fingers into my ass, dry. I scream again and try to claw at him but the pain tames me and I can't move. He adds another one and it feels like my backside is on fire. Suddenly his fingers are gone and before I can even breath a sigh of relief he shoves himself all the way in. I scream loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear but no one comes, except Alice. She rushes downstairs and freezes in the doorway with a look of horror on her face.
"ALICE!! RUN!!" I screech to her and she starts to leave but Levi is too fast.
"YOU STAY RIGHT HERE!" He commands her and she freezes in fear. Levi pulls almost all the way out of me before thrusting back in quickly. He somehow hits my prostate dead on and I can feel my cock harden fully. I sob in disgust but I can't stop how my body reacts. "Oh! What is this?" Levi asks gripping my dick. I can't hold in the lewd moan that works it's way up to my throat. Alice's expression of horror mixes with one of curiosity. Levi pumps into me and slowly jacks me off. I can feel my pupils widening in lust and contracting in horror. It makes my vision unsteady and it gets worse when I feel myself start to come close to orgasm. Right before I can come Levi pinches the tip hard and comes deep inside me. I cry out in pain and need and when he pulls out I collapse onto the floor. I feel blood and come dribble out of my abused asshole and I can barley process Levi's next words.
"Oh by the way, I slept with Irvin. He's way better than you, you can have this back" he says and throws something at me. When I find the energy to look at it I finally break down and wail at the top of my lungs. Sitting on the dirty floor is Levi's wedding ring.