The Small Boy | Eremin Fanfic

Chapter Thirteen

Warning: Mentions of rape.

When I woke up it was dark, really dark. I tried to adjust my eyes so I could see something.

I felt something, something inside me. It was the same sensation I felt that night with Eren. I looked up, it was Eren. He was on top of me. He was inside me.

I-I didn't give him permission to do this...

He'd done it whilst I was unconscious.

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I woke up for real, tears rolling down my cheeks. Why would my mind torment me with such a nightmare? That would never happen!

The brunet was beside me, spooning me and holding me tightly. I could feel his delicious warmth radiating on my back. It felt heavenly.

I got up and checked myself, trying make sure it was definitely a dream. To my relief, Eren hadn't laid a finger on me.

I heard him mumbling. "... Armin, go to sleep. I've got you."

I turned around and buried my face in his chest. I felt his arms tighten around my petite body. "I-I had a bad dream..." I choked out.

He frowned empathetically. "I'm here. Nothing bad will ever happen to you as long as I'm here."

"I-It was scary..." I trembled and whimpered. It felt so real. But I suppose your mind takes a real life experience and uses that to conjure up a nightmare.

"What was it about?" He pulled away slightly so he could see my face and lifted up my chin. I paused momentarily.
"I-I'd rather not say..."

That was the first time I'd ever kept anything a secret from Eren.

Since day one we were always so open about our emotions, whereas most guys would be embarrassed. Not me and him. We were inseparable.

"I had a bad dream too. I dreamt something awful had happened to you... "
"What do you mean?"
"I dreamt about that pervert from the warehouse... It's been on my mind about how I wasn't there for you when you needed me..."

I froze. Eren held me tighter. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring that up again.."

That day traumatised me for a while. I was tied up, and to add to it, dressed as a girl. Jean was tied up opposite me, posing as my best friend.

The guard kept looking at me. Not at my face, at my body. I was uncomfortable. He leaned over the back of my chair and put his hands on my face and chest, grooming me.

Jean was watching, sweat dripping down the sides of his face. He couldn't do anything.

He continued to rub my flat chest and touch my nipples through my shirt. I was tearing up. He kept begging to hear my 'sweet voice'. I couldn't tell him to stop. I'd blow our cover.

He grabbed my thigh and I let out a whimper, looking over at Jean. I was so embarrassed. I was dressed in drag and being pawed at by an old man and my friend was watching.

He looked away, it went on for a while longer, I'd lost all my dignity.

"Armin!" Eren called my name. I must have spaced out. "It's over now, Armin..."

I nodded and tried to go back to sleep. He held me tight, really tight. All I could think about was his warmth and the feeling of his hands in my back.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me about that nightmare?" He stroked my cheek.
"I was raped.."
"Armin.."

He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead. "I'd never let that happen to you, never in a million years."

I whispered, "I know."

Little did he know, in the dream, it happened because of him.

But it was just a dream.

Nothing like that was ever going to happen to me again.