One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Insanity [Levi | Reader | Modern AU! | Drabble]

(Y/N) spun the key in its hole and it clicked, closing him inside of the warm, food-filled space of the room on the other side of the door. Truly, she felt like puking but now was not the right time. She had to get out of the building.

Note: the tightly secured building that was somehow now locked from the outside.

(Y/N)'s (h/c) hair fell from behind her ears when she tossed the key under the fridge in the far end of the kitchen and as she made her way out of the room, she could hear the harsh impact of Levi's shoulder with the metal door behind her back along with his hysteric screams. She tried not to listen,
("(Y/N), you stupid bitch, if you take away my son I will kill you I swear!")
but they kept echoing inside her ears like the little voices she'd been hearing for the past few months during their stay. And just like those little voices, his words
("I so hate that I married you, you filthy slut, I would've been better off dead instead! And I assure you, you will be if you fucking leave me here!")
kept bouncing off the surface of her skull as he punched the door and attempted to claw his way out when that didn't work.

Her face was twisted in horror as her husband called her names she never thought she'd hear out of his mouth, but on the inside, she already knew this moment would come. The moment when she'd be forced to treat him like an angry dog, like a shark having smelled blood, like an animal. (Y/N) walked back to the lobby of the club they were currently in and searched for her son all over. The wind was howling outside and rain was pouring out of the sky, creating puddles which could be called legitimate ponds and little lakes.

"Mommy? Is daddy alright?" Her seven-year-old son asked as his head poked from behind the big reception desk across the doors they hadn't been able to break through for the past week. Her expression was dark for a second, but she reminded herself that she had to be strong for her child. She never thought she'd have to cut her husband with a kitchen knife or throw an empty wine bottle at his head, just as she'd never considered that very same husband of hers would try to choke her to death or reciprocate her gesture of throwing glass objects at her head, but it had all happened.

And it was all this stupid club's fault.

Of course, (Y/N) couldn't blame it all on the club and the building itself, it was more like the history that was residing inside its walls, the history that had driven her beloved husband insane and herself to the brink of insanity.

She forced a smile on her face and looked at the small body of her raven-haired child as it exited from behind the reception desk. "Daddy is... a little confused right now, but he's under control. He's fine." She couldn't believe the strained but calm voice that exited her mouth (that had been spitting blood minutes ago) was truly hers. She was still dizzy and a bit disoriented from the fight with her husband, the fight she'd managed to win all due to the fact he was all too drunk to barely move much less accurately throw objects her way, but her sight had cleared by the time she was dragging the man's body across the kitchen floor and now her throat felt
(less bad)
a lot better than before. She momentarily wondered whether her child could see the marks adoring her neck, but it was way too insignificant to delve on it too much.

"Bleck, you have to understand that your daddy isn't feeling too well at the moment." She spoke with a small smile, but she knew she was lying. Levi was way worse than 'not too well', he was past the point of return and she acknowledged that fact even as hard as it was.

"Is that why he hugged your neck too hard, mommy?" Bleck's head tilted to the side innocently and (Y/N)'s eyes widened in horror. She didn't know what to say to the child, hopelessness had always been an emotion of hers put to frequent use, even when not needed or wanted.

Thunder sounded in the distance, rain hit the doors and windows of the club and the wind howled through the ventilation system, unsuccessfully helping her find the response the child deserved to hear at the moment. She'd always known Bleck was rather intelligent for his age - he picked up on things others didn't and he knew things he shouldn't; things like the fact his father came back home in the middle of the night
(dead drunk)
tipsy all the time, like the fact he and herself had thought about divorce so much that it became a routine sharing it telepathically between each other at breakfast, like the fact he found stuff his parents thought they'd lost long ago or how he knew they were taking up the job of keeping the club clean and secure even before they did. Their kid was special. Levi had noticed it, too. And worst of all - the club had also noted it.