Over The Prison Walls

Chapter 9: Levi's Past

A wave of shock went through me as Levi's face no longer looked scared. He looked infuriated, he furrowed his eyebrows and glared at his father, he soon snarled, then lunged at his father. He started hitting him again, and again, until Levi's fist was covered in a scarlet liquid, it was pouring out of the hated man as well. I just stared and felt the need to hold Levi, to keep him from hurting his father. That instinct must have kicked in because I ran to them instantly and pried Levi off the horrid man. Levi was yelling m the entire time shouting things that were hurting my heart, until finally he let the man go. He instantly got up and started screaming at Levi, all while the inappropriately dressed woman was hollering like her husband just died. I just hung onto Levi until the doctors came with security and escorted them away. Levi was panting, heavily, he was holding onto me at this point. All of a sudden I felt the urge to cry, I don't know why, but I just did. Levi was still holding on trying to comfort me, I felt stupid, and worthless, I should be trying to comfort him. Not the other way around. About five minutes later Billie came rushing through the doors. She placed her soft hand gently on my cheek as she checked me for any sign of injury. I'm guessing they called my sister as well because 30 seconds later Tiffany came rushing into the room, she touched my right cheek at the same time Billie did. Suddenly I felt their hands pause, I'd didn't know why until I looked down, both of their hands were touching. Tiffany's face immediately lit up like a Christmas tree as Billie started smirking while she continued to check me. I looked over to see Levi in the corner of the room, he looked lost in thought. I crawled over and gently put my hand on his shoulder. He didn't budge. Only one could wonder what he was thinking, "Levi, can you please tell me what your thinking?" He looked up, his ocean blue eyes staring into my soul. Until he looked away and started talking, telling me his story.

Levi's POV
I was only 7 when we started tuning low on money, my mother soon after lost her job due to her being late everyday from dropping me off at school. My dad started drinking from the stress of having to raise me and my sister. My sister was only 4 at the time, she had bright blue eyes and light brown hair. She was the spitting image of my mother at the time, at the time. That soon changed though as my dad started becoming violent, he began to hit my younger sister, I can't forget the time I came home to find my father passed out on the couch with a belt in his right hand and a beer bottle in his left. I ran into my room to find my sister curled into a ball on the floor, her clothes were ripped and she had belt marks all over her tiny body, she also had a bruised eye that she couldn't see out of. I just hugged her as I heard the door slam, my mother was home. She walked past the doorway with a tight, black dress hugging her curves. Her long heeled boots making a clicking should as she came near us. The mountain of foundation on her wrinkled face cracked as she frowned. She grabbed my arm violently and yanked me towards her bedroom and locked the door. I don't wanna say what happened after that. Let's just say, my mom had a good time, and I just wanted to die. A couple of weeks later I stopped seeing my mom...and my sister. I didn't realize what was wrong until my mother came home one day with my sister, my mom being fine and smoking a cigarette, while my sister was stumbling, she couldn't walk and she was wearing a really tiny shirt. When this happened I was 15, my innocent, little sister was only 12, but she started developing, my mom must have noticed that, maybe that's why she took her to work with her. As I got closer to my sister she stumbled as blood dripped down her legs, her short, pink, sparkling skirt was stained. I started screaming, but just as I thought, my mom didn't give a fuck and neither did my dad, why would I think they would care? They are the worst fucking parents in the damn world. I picked up my little sister with one arm and put her on my back, I grabbed my black hoodie and watched it darken from the blood, I threw the wooden door open and ran towards the hospital. I still blame myself for that, because my sister never left that hospital, at least...not alive. Soon after I started lingering in the streets, stealing things, vandalizing rich people properties, and even started to hang around gangs. I even picked up a couple of murderous gigs. I was a superior when it came to those, I never missed a client, except, for the afternoon of December 31, 2017. That was the day the pigs caught me before I could finish the slaughter, that person is in witness protection now, he probably doesn't even remember my name, heh, scratch that, he definitely doesn't remember. He has Alzheimer's he can't remember my name, but I can still remember his. After being caught everything's a blur, I was possibly in a juvenile detention center. After that I was able to attend high school 2 years later, that's when I met Daniel, and that brings me to now.

Daniel's POV
After hearing this news waves of emotions came crashing over me, I felt saddened, scared, and infuriated all at once. On one hand, how can someone treat their child like that?! On the other hand how can he have no remorse for those families who he destroyed? That doesn't matter now though. I wrapped myself around Levi like a boa constrictor. I waited, counting the seconds in my head before the doctors from psych came and examined Levi, all while I watched and thought. 'Why didn't Levi tell me this before?"