Light's POV
I was standing in the bathroom. Looking at my shirtless reflection. The bags under my eyes defined and the bruises on me were obvious, as well as other markings on my chest. My face was pale and my hair was disheveled, but I didn't care. All the mattered was this everlasting filth on my skin. No amount of scrubbing or cleaning would get this dirt off. I could smell his cologne all over my room and body. Then I heard another knock. While I was rushing to put my shirt back on I heard a voice through the door saying it was L. Obviously I let him in.
"Hello Light, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, thank you."
"Light, I just wanted to tell you that we've all been worried about you, especially your father," at that word I fliched, obviously L noticed because his eyes widened. "Your father has come up to me and asked me for a key to your room so he could come and check up on you."
I went ballistic, every bone in my body went to ice, all my nerves on edge.
"P-PLEASE L! PLEASE D-DON'T GIVE MY FATHER THE KEY!" I stammered in utter terror.
L looked terrified and worried at my reaction, this was very surprising considering his usual indifference.
"Light, what has been going on with your father? I'm worried about you," he asked the worry obvious on his face. He reached to touch my shoulder, but as he did I winced from the pain of my injuries.
"Nothing!" I replied, obviously too quickly because L eyes clouded with suspicion.
"Nothing," I repeated, a little slower, "Just please don't give him the key."
"Light, please tell me what is going on, I'm worried about you. You're looking pale. Are you getting sick?"
"No, just please L. Please don't give my father a key to my room."
"Ok," L replied.
My shoulders sagged in relief and fatigue.
"L," I said quietly, "could you please leave now?"
"Yes, of course. I'll let you have your space, " he replied his face going back to its usual indifferent look, but a glimmer of worry still showing in his eyes.