Broken Past {Levi X Reader}

Prologue: "Run, (Y/N), Run!"

I was 9 years old. I sat there in the corner, on the cold floor. I heard the sounds of my mother screaming as my drunk father beat her. I held my hands against my ears and sang to myself, trying to muffle the sound of my father's fists coming to contact with her face. I looked up and saw blood and tears streaming down her face. "You fucking whore!", he screamed, pulling her hair so her face was in front of his.

My brother, Nathaniel, wrapped his arms around, and whispered "Don't watch.". He then, grabbed my father's shoulders turning him around. "Dad! Stop! You're drunk!", he yelled. "Damn, ungrateful boy! Have fun sleeping on the streets! I work to bring an income into this, and this is the respect I get!", he yelled punching Nathaniel across the face. Then continued to kick his side, breaking ribs. I gasped. He hit us, sure, but it never got this bad.

My mother then stood, a fierce angry look on her face. She grabbed a knife from the table, and jabbed it into my father's side. "You can beat me all you want, but I'll be damned if I let you keep hit my children." "You bitch!", he yelled grasping his side. He pulled the knife out, blood running form from his side. He then turned to face my mother.

I took this opportunity to run to Nathaniel's side. "Nate. Please be okay. Say something!", I said tears streaming down my cheeks. "It's okay (N/N). I'm okay.", Nathaniel said, wincing in pain as he slowly got up.

We turned to my mother. "Mom...", I said barely audible. There she was, laying in a pull of blood, my father sobbing. The thing was, she didn't look scared. She knew she was dancing with death, but wasn't scared. "I love you kids so much. Nathaniel, take care of your little sister. (Y/N) listen to your brother. Now run, (Y/N), run. Run, Nate!", she yelled taking her last breath.

My monster of a father turned to us, tears streaming down his face. "I-I didn't mean to kill her. (M/N)...", he said. A look of remorse was clear across his face. Did I care? Not at all. He was a monster, in my eyes, and I hope he gets the worst in life.

Nathaniel grabbed my hand, sprinting out of that house. We ran until I couldn't run anymore. We ran until we were far away from that god forsaken house that is no longer a home. Eventually, I grabbed Nate's arm signalling him to stop. I felt the tears pour down my face. Nathaniel turned to me, "it's okay (N/N). Everything is gonna be okay. "Mom...", I said sobbing. "Was a great woman, who saved our lives", Nathaniel said finishing my sentence.

Its hard to believe Nate is only 11 years old. He was able to keep a brave face in spite of his own pain. He was able to comfort me and hold me as I wailed for my mother. My father always hated Nate. He was the illegitimate son of my mother. The love child of her and the only man who ever actually cared about her.

"Nate. What are we gonna do?", I asked him trying to not cry, to be strong like him. "I'll figure it out, until then, it's only me and you. We stick together, no matter what.", he said sounding confident. "But, we have no money.", I said. "(N/N), this is the Underground. We will steal, and do what we have to do to survive.", he said. I stopped asking questions. I trusted my brother, in spite of everything that happened that day, I had hope.