*(M/n)*
I shuffled nervously as (almost put ass) my corporal walked back in forth in front of me muttering cuss words about how bad my cleaning is.
"You can't clean if your life depended on it!"
"You had one job. One. Job."
"You can't even make a fucking bed!"
"Your a monster. A monster!"
"I'm almost died just seeing how bad of a fucking job you had done."
And things like this went on for hours.
And hours.
Annnddd hours.
I sighed. Tears breaching my eyes. I tried my best not to blink and let them fall. But I failed. I failed miserably. With one with blink, tears poured down my face occasionally getting on my thick and long eyelashes (girls with they had). I put my hands behind my back, shuffled my feet. My thick (h/c) tressed covered my beat red eyes (from crying). I heard Levi's feet stop on his tracks. All you could hear are my quiet sobs. I hate when people yell at me. I hate when people bring me down. I hate when people call men names. I hate--
"Are you....--?"
Levi started.
"--crying?"
I sniffled, wiping my tears away.
"N-N-No-N--No....."
I heard footsteps. Loud and proud.
I tensed up when I felt hands on my waist pick me up making me wrap my legs around their waist. I snaked my arms around Levi's neck. He sat didn in his chair. Rocking me softly while petting my hair. I felt tired. Levi spoke to me. As soft as he can.
"I'm sorry....Go to sleep...--"
"--i'll keep you safe...."
Next thing I knew it was dark.
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