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A/N: The following story discusses drug addiction, and implies an abusive relationship. If any of these things make you uncomfortable or trigger you, I’d suggest you stop reading.
“(Name). I will not tell you again. Give me the needle.” His tone. It was unrecognizable. A side of a calm and collected person that you had never seen. You trembled at the intensity of his glare, and the eeriness that surrounded him. You knew that Levi was dead serious, but so were you.
“L-Levi, please, a-at first I honestly had know idea how bad this was, but now I know you need help. Pl-Please, if not for me, think of your friends-”
“Who the actual hell do I have? Who in this goddamn piece of shit world actually cares about me?” Levi continued to persist on, his strong hand grasping your wrist. You winced at the force, a pained cry leaving your quivering lips. You held the needle out of reach to your best power, hoping to keep it away from him.
Why did he even bother? The idea that each and every time Levi Ackerman had shit thrown at him he proceeded to get back up was astounding. When would it end?
He worked his ass off at his damnable job, dragging himself out of bed to get bitched at by his bosses for hours on end. And for what? Why did he work so hard for this? Levi thought that money might be the required adhesive to keep his crippling marriage together. He thought that if he forked in enough cash he might be able to keep Petra at his side.
But what happened?
He spent too much time on work and too little time on her, and it drove her even further away. Into the arms of another man, to be specific.
Levi knew he couldn’t blame her for seeking someone else’s company, but did she have to do it in their goddamn bed? Now he won’t be able to sleep there knowing that his soon to be ex-wife traipsed about with a stranger between the sheets.
You watched a gloomy figure hunched over, your eyes fixated on his slightly disheveled appearance and unnatural silence. Your body was leaning against the wall, your fingers repeatedly tapping against your skin. Pushing away your own comfort, you decided to no neglect the man that was staring down at his untouched meal, and walked over the the chair that was adjacent to his own. Since it was early in the morning – there was next to no noise, until your chair let out a small groan when you moved it.
When you finally sat down, you noticed the dark locks that covered his face, leaving you unable to guess his current emotional state.
“Levi.” Your voice was soft, but still managed to hold a firmness to it. The person sitting in front of you didn’t even acknowledge that he heard you, not that you didn’t already know he did. You let out a sigh at his stubborn attempts to stay silent, and decided to bring out your hand, before rubbing circles on his.
You slid down the cold metallic pole. The music faded, and the stuffy, dark room erupted into cheers, catcalls and whistles. Immediately, you turned a heel and concealed yourself behind the thick curtains as the next performers strutted their way out. The choreographer, the sweet little ginger, Petra Ral, clasped her hands in delight, as your boss naturally looked unimpressed as usual.
“Perfect!” she cheered, grabbing your shoulders with a bright smile. “You performed yet another flawless routine!”
You chuckled and sipped the water from your container. “Thanks a lot. They seemed to like it okay.”
Your boss, Oluo Bozado, scoffed and flipped his thick, curled locks . “Of course, they pay money to like it, so they’d better.”
Petra rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Knock it off! She did great even without their approval!” She gave him a sharp bat upside the head.
“Hey! I could get you fired for that!”
“Ah, shit.” The ever so poetic voice reached your ears, causing you to groan in response. Even if Levi wasn’t particularly loud, his cursing was enough to cause you to awaken from your peaceful rest. You were pretty sure it was a Saturday, not that it exactly meant anything in the way of sleeping in. When you become a parent, sleep is something you treasure even more, because of how rare it becomes.
Luckily, your kids would rest soundly for the most part. But that didn’t always mean you both did, since your mind was always plagued with cruel nightmares. Levi more often than you.
But, alas, it was Saturday, meaning you and your grumpy husband could enjoy a bit of extra sleep. If Levi was lucky, perhaps a bit of cuddling. But as of right now, you turned over to look at him, a frown on your lips since he woke you up.
“Damn birds. ” Your limp arms prop themselves up as you look at your clock. The blurry numbers read ‘8:00’. You rub your eyes shockingly.
“It’s only 8? Why the hell am I up?” You land on your soft cushions and close your eyes in annoyance. You flip and turn, but to no avail. After about 30 minutes of trying to go back to sleep, you decide to get up and actually be useful. You trudge downstairs and make your way into the kitchen.
You take in a deep breath, before you looked around the grungy surroundings that you were about to sing in. Slightly obnoxious laughter filled your ears, and you couldn’t help but look at the source of it. A group of men were playing cards with one another, and daring each other to take shots. Most of the men in the group‘s cheeks were reddened with the effects of alcohol, and you cringed at how disgusting they were, as they stared at women’s cleavage from afar.