Marked With Deception (ereri)

Chapter Twelve

~Eren's POV~

It's been nearly two weeks since I had talked to Levi. Not because I was too shy, I just didn't go to school anymore.

I had lied to him when I said I'd stop prostituting. So far I've gained just above seven grand. But almost thirty percent was from Levi.

Armin nor Mikasa had even attempted at giving me a call. Obviously them finding out I was a full-blown gay must've been surprising. Republicans and intense religious believers are great. If ya'll hadn't known since the beginning, I'm a democratic. As a person of the LGBT community, I'm certainly a liberal. 

Let the gays marry and let the women abort. But now, my mind isn't a place for politics. All that had filled it was heartbreak.

My back hurt, I had bruises on my hips, and my anus was numb as ever. There I laid with my body on a couch getting fucked endlessly for the—I don't know—twentieth time this month. My teeth clenched into my forearm hard enough to crack concrete.

I had already forgotten his name, but he had a nice house. After each thrust, I could feel his sweat droplets fall onto my face. I could taste the saltiness. The way his shoulders trembled struggling to keep himself up was honestly amusing to watch.

Within seconds of starting, his chest collapsed onto mine. His heavy breathing against my neck made my hairs stand on end. Not because it was arousing, it was just uncomfortable to have someone's smoke scented exhales all up in my area. 

"Are we done?" I questioned while running my hand through his longish hair to put on an act of caring.

The sound of him groaning into my collarbone sent a vibrating chill through my bones. His weight was a wink of away from breaking my rib cage too.

"Yeah," he sighed before pulling out of my with a cum filled condom. I watched in disgust as he pulled it off of him to tie it and then momentarily throw it on the ground carelessly. 

I hadn't cum yet. He didn't notice which is thankful. Sometimes when my clients notice I'm not even aroused they get all offended, defensive, and irritated. 

Literally since the last time I fucked Levi, I wasn't even able to get a boner from anyone else. And I'm not surprised because my emotional and physical health are fucked up. Stress, depression, and blah blah can actually effect erections. Blah. Science. Blah.

Well, I can't say I'm not.

I had asked him to give me around two hundred dollars for it. It's a low number compared to the other clients I've dealt with, but I kinda feel pity for the man for cumming nearly five minutes into fucking. I also pity any other girl or guy who fucks this dude next.

If ya'll hadn't realized, I'm with a client right now.

It took around ten minutes get cleaned and dressed after I used his shower. But once I finished, I left him after saying goodbye.

I had no interest in conversing with him anymore.

It's kinda funny. I'm like a mailman, I go from door to door giving them what they ordered. A loving box of fucking the shit out of me. 

His house was kinda near the school which I didn't have any problem with. It was a quarter after one. Today's October 28; it's Monday. Which means I only have around three days until the banks takes the house. I'm still 2.5 grand short in order to reach ten thousand. 

Everything's shit.

Health: crap. Motivation: low. Mom: stressed. Heart: For Levi. Myself: depressed.

The days were getting colder as we got deeper in the autumn season. Leaves skidded across the ground grazing against my ankles while they flew. The dryness within in the air made the ashiness on my hands and elbows more visible.