Broken Past {Levi X Reader}

Chapter One: The Boy

"(Y/N) wake up!", Nate said to me. It has been 2 years and 11 months and 14 days since my mother died. I'm now 11 years old, and Nate is almost 15. "Shut up.", I said flatly to him. "Look who's grumpy this morning.", Nate said laughing. I sat up, and looked around the small attic Nathaniel and I rented.

There was a small wood stove in the corner along with a small wardrobe we shared and a mirror leaning against the wall. On the right side of the room was a small window looking over the Underground, right beside the window we had a small cracked and carved up table where we ate food, that is when when we had any food. In the left corner of the room we had a curtain hanging so we could both change clothes. On this side of the room was two blankets. We couldn't afford a bed, but we each had a blanket to sleep with. Lastly, on the left side of the small attic was a door going downstairs.

"Are you going to keep looking around this dump or are you gonna get ready for the day?", he asked eyeing me. "Whatever.", I said standing up stretching. I walked to the mirror picking up a brush and began to brush through my (H/L) (H/C) hair. My appearance is only slightly different than before. I still hated my eyes because they were my father's (E/C) eyes. I quickly changed into my gray knee length dress with a dark red sweater of it. I completed the look with my dark brown boots (my only shoes) and two long braids down my back.

"Really playing on the 'innocent girl look' aren't ya (N/N)?", Nathaniel questioned me laughing. "Well, while you're working at the bar I'm gonna be pickpocketing right?", I asked him, "I can't really raise suspicion to myself.". "Ya know (N/N) I wish you didn't have to do this. I wish you were in school playing with other children, acting your age. You're still a kid, you shouldn't have to be stealing.", he said sounding wishful. "Nate, I know you think I'm not happy, but I am. I still have you and I'm able to take care of myself." "I know (N/N), I know.", he said and with that, we headed off to start the day.

I walked through the large crowds of people and slyly picked off valuables off of people. I managed to pick off a jeweled hair piece, a wallet, a coin purse, a gold pocket watch, and another wallet by the time it was time for my midday meet up with Nathaniel.

I walked to the bar where Nate worked and waited across the street to avoid drunk perverts and addict prostitutes. I rolled my eyes as I watched a prostitute and a guy walk into a back alley and I heard moans from I'm guessing the hooker.

After almost an hour of waiting I decided to go on inside to ask Mr. Lenard, Nathaniel's boss, if he was stilling working or if he's seen him at all. I walked inside and immediately the scent of alcohol made me nauseous and reminded me all to much of my father. "Oi. Mr. Lenard. Have you seen Nathaniel?", I asked him politely or well as politely as I can be. "No, sweetheart I don't think I have. Earlier he said he was gonna go out and wait for you like normal but he hasn't came back in."

I felt a weight drop in my stomach. Don't panic (Y/N), he may have just had to go home. Yeah, that's it. He probably just had to make a stop and forgot the time. I said rationalizing why Nate wouldn't be at our spot. I ran all the way back to our rented attic and when I went inside he wasn't there. I felt tears swell up inside my eyes. There's no way Nate would leave me. He must be in town. I'll go look for him there. I thought to myself dropping everything I stole and ran out the door, down the stairs, all the way into town.

"Nathaniel!", I yelled, but my small voice was drowned out by the passing crowds. I grabbed a cart from the side of the road and turned it over, so I could stand on top, looking over the crowds. I didn't see him anywhere. I collapsed crying. Where did he go? He didn't leave me right? I thought to myself, sobbing.

"Oi. Girl", a short boy with black hair and grey eyes said to me. "What the hell are you looking at?!", I snapped at him putting on my most intimidating glare. Nate taught me to do this when a stranger approached me because more than likely they want to cause harm. "I'm looking at a pathetic girl who's crying and trying to be scary.", he said with a matter-of-fact tone. "I don't need your help. So just go away." I said to him. I stood up so I could meet his eye. Well, more like look up to his eyes, he was about 2 inches taller than me. "What's your name ?", he asked me with genuine concern lacing his voice. Don't give in (Y/N). You don't know this boy, and for all you know he could be helping human traffickers for money. "My name is.. none of your business.", I say emphasising on the sarcasm in my voice. I walked off leaving the boy dumbfounded and alone.

I spent the rest of the night looking for Nathaniel. Eventually, I had to go home. I knew that the crazy people came out and I was small and could easily be overcomes. I went home half expecting Nate to be sitting on the floor with that goofy grin of his. Oh, Nate..Where are you?, I spent the remainder of the night tossing and turning thinking of all the possibilities of what could of happened to him.

The next few days went on in a daze. I was constantly hoping I would see Nate pouring drinks at the bar or shopping in the market. Everytime I'd turn around I'd half expect to see him standing there with that big goofy smile of his. Unfortunately it was never there.

After a few months, I got used to being alone. I became cold, and began to steal whatever I could get my hands on. I quit caring. I could die and be grateful for death. Whatever they aren't my fucking problem, I'd think to myself when I saw someone starving. I knew though, when I was alone that I was scared. I wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even myself that I was scared. Being scared will get you killed here. Or worse.

I was sitting in our, I guess my, attic when I saw some kids running down the road. They seemed to be around my age, so of course being bored and not caring what happens anymore I followed them. They were a group of thieves who oddly trustworthy.

"Oi. Those aren't yours to steal.", I said as they pickpocketed a coin purse of an older woman. I smirked. Amateurs, I thought smiling. "What the fuck do you want?", the eldest boy said. He had blue eyes and blonde hair. His most striking detail was a long thin scar that went from right under his eye to his jawline. "Part of the share.", I said dead serious.

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I'm really sorry that my updates are so slow and my chapters are so short. UwU