I mentally cursed myself, because my body was shaking with fear, as the cold gun was pushed slightly more into my stomach. His hand was clamped over my mouth harshly, making it hard to breathe.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth now and you're not going to say anything, but you are going to follow me. You got it?" he asked the blood slowly running down the side of his face.

Nodding, he slowly removed his hand from my mouth, watching me intently to make sure I don't scream out.

"Come." he demanded removing the gun from my abdomen.

Slowly, I got up pulling my big t-shirt down to cover my butt. I only had on a pair of underwear, so this was a little embarrassing and scary at the same time.

"Walk." he commanded pushing the barrel of the gun into my back, making me jump and start to walk.

I want to scream for help, but I know I can't, plus I don't want to wake up Rogue.

How can Gajeel do this when his son is right down the hall? I wonder what he would think if he saw his father like this?

Even though I really despise Gajeel right now, I don't want to ruin Rogue's view of him, while he's still young. It'll be devastating for him.

Turning the knob on the bathroom, I pushed the door open, stepping in with Gajeel close behind me.

He sat down on the toilet, placing the gun on his thigh, with his hand not leaving the grip. I swallowed a lump in my throat, as I fumbled to get the first aid kit out of the cabinet. I placed the old rusty white box with an almost faded red cross on it, onto the sink.

Looking the man up and down, I saw that he was extremely dirty, with pieces of broken twigs and leaves in his hair. His shirt was completely bloody on one side and it was also just as dirty as his skin.

Before patching him up, I started pick the twigs and leaves out of his hair, while trying to ignore the awful smell of fish, dirt and blood.

"What's with that face and why are you picking stuff out of my hair? You should be patching me up."

"You stink and I can't patch you up if you're dirty. Your wounds are going to get infected and even more painful if this dirt or whatever you rolled around in get into them." I spat taking the last pieces of twigs out of his hair.

He stood up suddenly, making me quickly take a few steps back. "I guess, I have to shower then." he said unbuckling his belt. My face turned a scarlet red, then I hastily turned around, before he could fully undress.

"Don't be shy shrimp, I know you want to see," he teased as I heard his pants drop to the floor. I don't know how, but face was even redder than before.

Covering my eyes with my hands, I ignored the weird tingle that ran up my spine. He's right but also wrong. I did want to see him, but not anymore, not with him threatening my life with a gun. "Don't try anything, if you do, you will not like what I'll do to you."

I heard the shower turn on, and a low grunt come from his mouth. Removing my hands from face, I looked around seeing that he had the shower curtain closed, with steam starting to build up.

Don't try anything? I have to do something, because it seems like no matter what I will do, it will end bad for me. I can't just be an obedient victim, I have to lash out, and do something to at least try to get out of this situation. I will not go down without a fight.

The gun! He couldn't have taken in the shower with him, or it'll get damaged. My eyes moved frantically around the bathroom looking for the weapon, as I plotted a plan.

Once I get the gun, I will sneak out of the bathroom, wake up Rogue, and get the hell out of here. Hopefully, I can get him out of here before he notices that I'm gone. I know it's cruel to take someone else's son, but I can't just leave him here! Not while his dad is waving a gun around with blood on him everywhere.

I have to get him away from his dad, but first I have to get the gun away from him. Spotting it, on the windowsill close to the shower, I knew I had only one chance and that's it. The shower curtain was slightly open so he could, I'm guessing, keep an eye on the gun that was sitting by the window.

Taking a few deep breaths, I wiped my hands on my shirt, mentally preparing myself for what I'm about to do. I gave myself a silent pep talk and then went for it.

I ran to the window snatched the piece off the windowsill, before running to the door. I opened the door as quietly as possible, a sense of accomplishment and joy filling me at the thought of me completing the first step of my plan. My heart was pounding and I could feel my blood pressure, rise but it all dropped instantly, within a few seconds of me opening the door.

The feeling was fleeting, with a new sense of fear and anguish, as the door was slammed shut with a wet body being pressed against me.

My body was pressed against the door, as soon as the door was slammed shut, crushing my hopes of getting out safely.

"What did I just tell you?" he growled in my ear, his hand reaching in front of me. He grabbed his gun, yanking it from my hands, then placing it on the sink.

My breathing became heavy as I felt the tension in the air and his body pressed against mine, soaking the back of my shirt.

"I told you if you do anything, you'll be punished."

"I don't care! I just don't-hey! What are you doing?" I demanded feeling his arm wrap around my waist, lifting me up off the ground and away from the door.

"Put me down!" I fussed, kicking my legs wildly while trying to squirm out of his grip. He stepped into the still running shower, placed me on the floor of the shower, and turning me around roughly to face him.

I was standing under the shower head, looking up at the tall brute man as his head ducked under the stream to look at me with a stern expression.

"Look, Levy I don't want to hurt you, but I also can't afford for you to call for help. So if you could be a good girl and stand there until I get finished, I promise I won't hurt you." he said as some of the water ran off his shoulders and onto my shirt soaking it.

A good girl? Did he just ask me to be a good girl? I wish I could strangle him, but his eyes are telling me that he actually means it.

Holding in an angry scowl, I crossed my arms, unsure of where to look. I can't look down, or I'll see something I'm unsure I want to see or not, and those cherry eyes watching me, is not helping.

Lucy was right, I did have a thing for him, but that went away when this started.

Even though I say that, I can't help but to stare at his tan chiseled abs as water ran down, getting trapped in crevices, before flowing down to that forbidden place I refuse to look at. My vision traveled up to his broad chest, and eventually to his arms, that had piercings on each with scars on them.

I wonder how he got them, and if they hurt? It looks like he got those years ago, due to the dark scar tissue that was contrasting against his already tan skin.

I'm not sure if it was my ogling or how hot the water was, that caused my body to heat up. My shirt was now completely soaked, sticking to my skin, revealing everything, my bare breast and my bright yellow underwear.

His hand smacked the side of the wall beside me, causing my eyes to jerk up to look at him.

"Can you please stop looking at me like that." he snarled his face getting closer to mine.

"W-what? What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." he said looking me up and down. Biting my lip, I turned away, knowing exactly what he's talking about, but not wanting to admit it. Why would I, when he's the one that put me here. It's his fault not mine.

His hand reached out for me, hovering above my waist, but then he pulled away. His fists were balled up but he eventually released them to turn off the shower. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of the towels, wrapping it around his waist, then he grabbed another, tossing it to me.

I muttered a thank you, trying to dry myself off as much as possible, before getting out.

When I got out he was looking in the mirror at the cut that was on the edge of his hairline that was bleeding earlier. He tried touching it but every time, he flinched hissing at the pain.

Even though he deserves the pain, I can't leave him like that, and I did promise I would patch him up. Draping the towel around my shoulders, I tapped his shoulder getting his attention.

"Just sit down and I'll do it." I said pushing him towards the toilet. He sat down slumping his shoulders, as I dug into the first aid kit.

"This is going to sting."

"How ba-ah fuck!" he cursed as I applied the alcohol soaked cotton ball to the cut.

He continued to curse as I dabbed the cut, before ultimately placing a small piece of gauze on the cut.

"It may leave a scar, but I think you'll live." I said throwing away the bloody cotton balls. I noticed the bloody shirt and that he didn't have a cut on his side where the blood stain was.

If he doesn't have a cut then that means...that's someone else's blood.

My eyes got wide with shock as I stared down at the bloody shirt, my body frozen in place. Does that he mean...he killed someone?

He grabbed the clothes off of the floor with one hand, while he held the gun in his other. "Take me to your room please, we don't have much time."

I didn't know what to do, but my body just moved on its own, walking out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

"Do you have anything that may fit me?"

"Maybe a pair of sweatpants." I said searching my closet. I know I have something in here he may be able to wear. I may have a pair from when Jet or Droy stayed over and left it, a few years back, before they moved.

"Got it!" I said pulling out a pair of baggy sweat pants from the back of my closet.

He took the pants, dropping his towel without shame, making me go red once again. Geez, he really doesn't care that I'm right here.

He slipped them on, and I tried my best not to laugh at the fact that they were really tight and too short for his tall stature, that he just folded them up below his knees. I tried my best not to notice the bulge that was very apparent, with the tight pants.

Dammit levy, control your hormones! What is wrong with you? He may have possibly killed someone and you're too busy staring at his junk.

I was snatched out of my thoughts when I noticed Gajeel going through my closet tossing random articles of clothing out and onto my bed, or at least trying to aim for my bed.

"What are you doing? Hey! Don't go in my underwear drawer!" I yelled trying to stop him from looking at my underwear.

When he opened the drawer, he paused, staring down at the variety of underwear and bras I have. My underwear ranged from colorful flowers and cartoon bears on them, to super sexy lingerie that I only wear to make myself feel sexy.

He picked up a pair of black lacy cheeky underwear with a bow on the back, staring at them with his jaw slightly slack.

"Stop it!" I yelled, hoping he didn't hear the quiver in my voice, as I snatched the lacy fabric from his hand.

"Didn't know you could dress like that shrimp. Is there a guy you haven't told me about?"

"That's absolutely none of your business, now what are you doing throwing my clothes everywhere?"

"I have to get outta here you have to come with." he said grabbing a handful of undergarments and walking to my bed.

"No I don't! I'm not going anywhere."

"Yes you do! As soon as I leave, I'm pretty sure you'll call the police and it'll be soon before they find out where I am anyway." he said grabbing a duffle bag from my closet.

"What did you do? Did you kill someone?"

"Look, shrimp we don't have time for this! You either pack your stuff now, or I will force you!" he said pointing the gun at me.

I was both angry and afraid, my emotions have been all over the place and it isn't 8 am yet.

"Fine." I said through gritted teeth, picking up the clothes he so casually tossed on my floor, and stuffing them in the duffle bag. If I have to go, I will not make this an easy trip for him. He's going to wish that he left me behind.