The Winter Project-[Levi x Eren]

Chapter Thirty-One: Fire Hazard

Chapter Thirty-One;

Fire Hazard:

Narrators POV:

"So...how's work been..," Eren asked his father, trying to avert his attention.

"Its christmas so they let me put myself on break. It's great I can go down the bar whenever I want," He sounded proud, and Eren was slightly disgusted at how addicted he was.

"I should take you down sometime, we can get a fake ID for you no problem," he encouraged, while putting his hand on Erens shoulder.

"There's really no need-" Eren said and took his father's dirt covered hand off of himself.

"And why the fuck is that? Don't Lie just because you don't love me."

"No no Dad I love you, I just have this friend who works at a really upscale bar, so no sense in taking me to another one," Eren was bluffing.

"Yeah. And who is this 'friend'? I thought you didn't know anyone other than Mikasa and Armin," He sneered.

"Oh you probably wouldn't like him-" Eren replied faster than normal.

"Don't fucking bluff! OH OH he's not real is he! Just another dumb exsuce for you to not spend time with me!" Grisha's tone raised.

"He is real! He's the best friend I've ever had!" Eren's tone raised quicker. "And maybe i'd actually spend fucking time with you if you didn't hit and curse at me everytime you got wasted!!"

"I've never hit you once! I'm a good fucking father!" His dad was getting pissed.

"Oh you've never hit me huh!?" Eren yanked up his sleeves, and tore off the bandages. "THEN WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!!" Eren was screaming and pre rage flowed in his veins.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DAMN HOUSE" Grisha tooka large swig of beer. Eren stormed upstairs, it was his house too, he didn't have to leave.

Eren's blood boiled. He didn't even cry. Rage was his only emotion. What was he thinking!? He would never believe that he had other friends. Now his dad was probably guzzling down drinks like nothing, and in thirty minutes or so he'd be drunk again. It's not like it was anything new.

Eren looked out the window and for a moment actually considered seeing his mom, it was only the second floor, and the first time he jumped it had only caused a sprained ankle. He pushed the thought away, and tried to focus on other things.

Eren turned up the volume of his music and sat down on his floor to scroll on Picturegram, He sung gently for around an hour and tried to focus on the positive and calm down. He hadn't rewrapped any of the badges he had taken off, and at the moment he didn't want to get up and change them. Eren jumped right out of his skin when there was a knock on his door, and without warning his father stumbled in.

As the irresponsible man staggered into Eren's room he spilt his drink all over the floor, some of it splashing onto Eren.

"How did you even afford Fercardi Rum..?" Eren mumbled as his father almost tripped over nothing and stepped in front of him.

Eren slipped his phone into his pants pocket and sighed, bracing himself for the beating he knew was going to happen. He was drinking rum from the bottle, and there was no doubt he was whacked out.

Grisha dropped the Fercardi and it shattered at his feet, the plates came back into mind. His feet and calves now drenched in alcohol, he tried to stand; his dad pushed him back down. Eren hit the wooden floor hard, his back was now drenched. His father picked up a shard of glass and as Eren struggled to get back up he flung it at Eren's face, sinking deep into his cheek.

Grisha continues to throw glass, and lucky due to his intoxication he missed the rest of them. Eren struggled and all of the pain from before was doubling and he had no idea how much more he could take. What he just died there? How could he even manage to say 'I love you'? Lying. Eren's father lied right through his teeth, and sometimes he could too. Eren kicked Grisha in the gut and when his father fell to the ground he used the side of his bedpost to help him up. Eren didn't think straight, his eyes were fired on his father, and after one last glance he left stumbling more than before. Grisha hit the dresser and the candle fell to the ground. Glass flying everywhere. Flames erupted from the floor.

Eren screamed out and so did Grisha "I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!!" He ran down the stairs and ran out into the front yard to watch it all burn. Eren was trapped. The flames blocked his door, and his legs and back were covered in alcohol. If he got any closer he'd be roasted to death. With no other choice, he did it.

Eren toppled himself over to the window and as fast as he could flung it open and growled out in the small roof space, he panicked as he fumble or his phone. He could text Mikasa and have her bring him to the hospital. Eren frantically punched in his pin and slid open to his contacts. HIs vision started to blur, and smoke burned his eyes. He clicked on the most recent one and sent a frantic choppy text:

"C0me get m e pleasr help firr PIEASR"

Eren tried to think about what to do next but he couldn't. His mind was racing faster than ever before and smoke forced more and more tears out of his eyes, before a decision could be made, he dropped and his unconscious body fell to the ground.