Chapter 13: Saved

I was hyperventilating and I didn't know what to do. If he got through the bathroom door I would have to shoot someone for the first time in my life. I panicked at the thought that there were arteries in the human foot. It seemed like no matter where I shot him, I could end up a murderer. I was being ridiculous. My life was on the line. This was self-defense. It is okay to shoot someone out of self-defense. The banging outside became more intense and I suddenly remembered Levy. I gasped and shakily pulled out my phone. I hit dial and held the phone up to my ear as it rang. 

I hoped with everything I had that he would answer. After a few rings, he did just that. "Hello? Lavender?" It was then I realized how hard it was to speak. "H-Help..." That's all I could say before I heard the front door burst open. I screamed and dropped my phone as the man started banging on the bathroom door. "Girly! Girly! Girly!" I held up my gun to the door as I felt every muscle in my body tighten to adrenaline. Suddenly, the door swung open as the pitiful lock rocketed off of the frame. It was clear that this man was too far gone to even comprehend that I was holding a gun, and ran at me like it wasn't even there.

Now was the time. I had to shoot him or I would die. My finger trembled over the trigger as it felt like time had stopped. I had to do it. This guy had rapist in his eyes, I had to. But I couldn't. What was wrong with me? I was weak. I didn't belong here. I was a pitiful woman who cared about life. It was a miracle that I had lasted this long. As soon as it paused, time had pressed play and my trembling hands dropped the gun. The man then grabbed me and forced me against the wall. I screamed again and tried my hardest to get away from him, but he was stronger. I couldn't look directly at him, he was so torn apart up close. He was so greasy and dirty, and his clothes were stained with who knows what. His facial hair was patchy and his smile was full of rotted teeth.

His eyes were the freakiest. They were so wide and insane. So much of the white part was showing, and red veins webbed through them. My throat fought over sobs and screams as he ravaged me. He stripped me down to my underwear and touched my most sensitive areas. I screamed and cried as I tried to get away from him, but the attempt was futile. All I wanted to do was get away, but I couldn't. It was the worst feeling I had experienced and I truly believed it was the end for me. Right as he was about to strip me naked I closed my eyes, unable to watch what was about to happen. 

Suddenly, a devastating crack filled the bathroom that had stopped the aggressor in his tracks. I opened my eyes, curious as to why he had stopped, when I let a small scream escape my lips after seeing what was now in front of me. The man's head was suddenly turned upside down. The dislodged bones in his neck created long bumps underneath his skin and his eyes were suddenly lifeless. After a few seconds of terror, I noticed another set of black-gloved hands that were holding his head. They had done this. They had killed him. I shakily looked up and gasped to see Levy standing over him. 

His eyes were the reddest I had ever seen. His face was emotionless, but every part of him emitted anger as he looked at the lifeless body in his hands. He then pulled the half of him that was in the tub with me out and onto the tiled floor. Once he let go of him he turned to me. His anger then melted away and he held a hand out to me. I didn't know how to process this. He had just murdered someone in front of me. He had turned someone's head upside down with no trouble at all. He had done it and had no remorse in his eyes. This just proved how little I knew him. Then again, if it wasn't for him I would've been raped. The thought of that psycho touching me made me start sobbing again and I reached for Levy's hand. 

He was my hero. He saved me from what every other woman in this town was forced to go through. He was here for me, unlike anyone else I had known in my life. I wanted to be strong and thank him, but all I could do was cry. I didn't want him to see me like this. In my underwear. A sick, weakling. Crying like a child. Levy picked me up out of the tub easily and carried me into the main room. I clung to him like snow on ice, realizing that this was the closest I'd ever been to him. Levy stopped in front of the couch as if he was planning on laying me down but hesitated. I looked up at him to see his dark eyes on me. I couldn't read his face. He was so unpredictable and I had no clue what he was thinking as he watched me.

I continued to tremble in his arms, trying to stop myself from looking like an idiot with all my crying. I managed to speak as I pressed my face into his soft trench coat. "I-I'm sorry you had t-to see me like this..." Instead of placing me on the couch, he turned to sit down with me on his lap. I blushed a little as he held me close to him while running his fingers through my short hair. For a moment I thought I heard him whisper something in a different language, but it didn't sound like any language I heard before. "You're safe now, little one. It's okay to let your feelings onto me. Lavender. It would be an honor to me if you did." 

I wondered why he used the word "honor" for letting myself cry on him but was too emotional to care enough to ask. I continued to cry and he held me closely until I didn't feel the need to anymore. I didn't cry for as long as I thought I would and was soon enveloped in Levy's scent. Now that I was so close to him, I could smell him distinctly. He didn't smell like any type of cologne, nor did he smell like he wasn't wearing any. It was a smell entirely new to me, and it was amazing. It made me feel so warm and relaxed in his grasp. I never wanted to let go of him and felt like I was going to fall asleep. My eyes became heavy and the scalp massage Levy was giving me wasn't helping the urge to sleep. I couldn't believe that he was touching me and his hands were so gentle. I eventually gave in and let my tiredness take over my body.