Levi Copeland's Story

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"Well, I had a pretty happy childhood." he started and she listened, her eyes taking in every bit of him. She was able to tell that it hurt to talk about his family and so he rarely did it. "My family was normal and wealthy, we loved each other very much, but when I was twelve, there was an accident." he breathed and she noted the way he winced. He continued then to describe how his family had been hit by a semi and his father and sister's had died on impact, while his mother had died during surgery.

Ophelia didn't feel for people. She'd disconnected her emotions from humanity a long time ago which was why she was able to act the way she did and say the things she did. With Declan though she felt bad for him, he'd had it all and she could help but think of how incredible his life would have been had his family never died. It was physically hurting her to force herself not to love him, because the more he talked and the more she realized that he wasn't a bad person, he was just broken, it made her think that maybe she wasn't a bad person. Had she had a different family, she might have been a very different person.


"After that, I became a foster kid. "I turned bitter and rebellious, so no one wanted me. I went through so many homes I can't even count them all, some worse then others, but none of them exactly ideal." he went on pulling her from her thoughts and she took a swig from her bottle trying desperately to numb the pain she felt for him. "I got into some really bad shit, selling drugs for horrible people, and at some point, it backfired on me and I ended up nearly bleeding out in an alley somewhere." He shrugged like death was easy and Ophelia knew it was, she'd faced it more then once.


He went on, describing how him and Alice had met, how she'd saved him life and given him a home and essentially a second chance. Her family had become his family. She took another drink from the bottle turning her eyes from him then and back to the cemetery. He'd finished talking, but she didn't speak right away, just let silence fall between them for a long time. She'd never been in love, she thought she'd had, but she knew now Ricky had just been some guy who paid attention to her and she'd became infatuated with. From what she knew about love, it was confusing and it hurt and she felt both those things with Declan and a hundred more emotions.

She was trying hard to piece words together, to make him feel better, because she knew as much as he pretended everything was okay, she could tell it still hurt. She wanted to make him forget and she wished that she could take his pain away and she'd never wanted to do that for anyone until she met Mickey and now Declan. What the fuck was happening? was all she could think.

"Fuck." she breathed "I can't imagine loosing someone you love." she breathed honestly. "What was it like?" She breathed turning to him and she knew the question she was asking was heavy and she wouldn't blame him if he didn't answer. "Having people who loved you?" she said numbly, making it clear she'd never had anyone, she'd only been an outcast. She'd been unwanted by everyone, hell she'd never been touched...really touched like she was a human being until Declan had fucked her. Sure Ricky fucked her, but he was still scared she'd murder him in the middle of the night when he used to sneak down to the basement and stay the night with her.

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After he slipped outside he mad a phone call to his brother. He spoke for a while about how he had to take care of something out of town and he'd do the job in a day or so. Garrett seemed frustrated, but eventually agreed, that was when Levi brought up Declan. He didn't seem to thrilled with the idea at first, but after some persuasion he eventually agreed. Finally he got off and made a phone call to Fiona. She was laughing when she answered the phone, he hadn't heard her laugh in what felt like forever.

Fiona explained that Alice had dropped by and they were having a girls night, before he could even make an excuse as to why he'd be out late, Fiona told him not to worry about rushing home, because her and Alice were catching up. He was grateful that she was being distracted and he didn't have to come up with some lame excuse. When she'd said she loved him, he'd practically had to force an I love you back, because Levi knew it was a lie. Sure he cared about her, he always would. He owed her a lot, but he knew now he didn't love her. He slipped his phone away then and headed back inside.

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair and made his way back inside. He headed to the kitchen smirking when he saw that Kayla had helped herself, he poured himself a glass downing it quickly, before pouring himself another glass. He wasn't much of a wine drinker, but it would have to do. He light himself a cigarette before grabbing his glass of wine and heading upstairs to find Mickaela. It would be different being with her here, they didn't have to rush, they didn't have to worry about being caught it was just the two of them.

He made his way to his and Fiona's room setting down his wine and taking a long drag off his cigarette as he made his way to the stereo system. The music started. He made his way to the balcony, where he found Mickey. He let his eyes trace every inch of her small frame. She was incredible and he hated that every time he looked at her, he was falling more and more in love with her. He racked his brain but he couldn't honestly remember a time that he'd felt that way about Fiona and that struck him.

He walked up behind her, moving her hair to one side as his lips came down on her skin moving slowly, letting her know that there was no need to rush. He Spun her to face him as he took a drag off his cigarette, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her body against his. The heat between them was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. He lend his head back blowing the smoke towards the black sky. He moved her arms around his neck with a smirk and started dancing with her slowly. He wasn't sure what it was about her that made him want to do everything he'd never done all at once. She made him feel invincible.

He lend in pressing his lips to hers and kissing her, the kiss held so many different things. Things he wasn't quite sure how to say. It was telling her that she was better then what people had told her, it was telling her that he she meant the world to him and he wasn't sure why. "I want this life," he breathed against her lips referring to the moment, them being alone together without a care in the world. "I want you babe." he breathed honestly kissing her again.

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She could feel his eyes on her and she both hated and loved it. She hated it because she'd never really felt beautiful. She'd turned herself into something people feared, just so people would stay away from her, but at the same time she loved it because she'd never had someone look at her the way he did and it felt incredible. She was confused by what he was doing to her, she'd never felt so many different emotions at once and she was just about to question him when she glance to him, she didn't have a chance though as he placed his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her.

The kiss tasted impossibly good. It was filled with everything she'd never had. It was passionate and loving, she moaned instantly into the kiss, not able to control herself. it didn't feel forced or faked. She wasn't honestly sure how to take it and if she was being honest with herself it was even a little overwhelming, the emotion she'd felt in that one kiss. He pulled away then, placing his forehead against hers and holding her eyes and she held his eyes back, trying to process the way he'd just kissed her.

"Like that." He breathed so simply, it made her believe she knew exactly what love was. "You feel like you're whole." He sighed and she looked away biting her lip. He was making it harder and harder for her to want to use him.
She let silence fall between them for a long time as she pulled away lighting herself a cigarette. She knew it was her turn then, to let him in. Ophelia was the girl that for two years doctors could only manage to get cuss words out of. She was the girl that everyone was scared of and the girl that doctors either fucked or gave up on in the first week of her being in their care and now, she was about to let someone in for the first time ever and it scared the shit out of her. She took a long drag off her cigarette.

"I never had that, not until you." she admitted referring to feeling whole. "My parents were happy, at least that's what my mom used to tell mem until I came along." she breathed taking another drag and breathing out a breath of smoke. "My mom only stayed with my dad, because she threatened to kill her and my brothers." she said keeping her eyes straight ahead. "They'd keep me in the basement, I never even went to school, I taught myself how to read...and write." she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"I was lucky if they feed me twice a week, they kept a bowl of water down stairs and sent one of my brother's to check it every once in a while. They treated the dog better then me." she breathed finally glancing to him. "My dad use to come down stairs when he'd get super wasted and beat the shit out of me, torture me, and have his way with me. I thought it was normal." she admitted. "I figured out how to sneak out and that's when I met Ricky." she breathed his name for the firs time to Dr. Harding knowing it was a bad idea but not caring. "The one night I thought out loud about killing them, Ricky convinced me." she admitted and she hated that he was so easy to talk to.

"Next thing I know He's shooting both my brothers in the head, my dad comes down the hallway and I stabbed him, it felt really fucking good." she breathed "My mom had to pull me off him, I think the coroner said he had twenty three stab wounds. Then I turned on my mom. Apparently the neighbors had heard the gun shoots and called the cops, when Ricky heard the sirens he took off." she said simply like she didn't care. "There's your story Dr. Harding." she breathed leaning up and kissing his lips gently. "The police didn't even get that much out of me." she smirked as she climbed into his lap straddling him.

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Levi didn't want to leave, being alone with her was better then any drug he'd ever taken or any girl he'd ever been with. He was terrified though, that him realizing how much he wanted her would only make him needed her and that wasn't a good thing. When he needed someone he turned into an asshole, he'd break her down just to build her back up and watch her fall again. He'd make her think she need him, trap her into thinking she couldn't be without him.

"I want you too." she moaned against his lips and he smirked, as she pushed their bodies tighter against each other. "So get me out as soon as you can." she smirked as her lips traced his jawline and neck slowly. He still wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get her out, but he was smart he knew how to work the system, all he'd really have to do was tell her exactly what she needed to say when the tested her on her sanity again and in school they'd had to take the same test, he knew the questions they'd ask her.

He backed her up against the balcony railing and kissed her hard, letting her know he'd get her out of there. His lips moved along her jaw and neck slowly, teasing her. He let his lips linger a moment to long wherever his lips touched her skin, before he pulled away and held her eyes.

"I'm getting you out, not just because I want to be with you." he said honestly. "But, because you deserve to have a normal life, you deserve the best." he said son sincerely, it was very clear that sure he wanted her out so they could be together more easily, but when all was said and done he really honestly wanted to help her.

He flicked his cigarette away before placing a hand on the side of her face and kissing her hard again. His fingertips grazed her upper thigh where her dress ended, he lifted her dress up over her head, breaking their kiss for only a moment as he tossed her dress away, it didn't matter that they were still on the balcony. He continued to kiss her slipping his tongue past her lips to deepen the kiss. He slid his other hand slowly down her the length of her arm before sliding his finger tips along her lower stomach teasing her pantie line. before slipping his hand into her panties and rubbing between her legs roughly.

His lips moved along her jaw before he paused at her ear. "Once your out of the hospital, your mine." he breathed possessively. "Remember what I said before Kayla, you fuck me over...I'll turn right around and fuck you over." his words weren't so much cruel as they were simply a reminder that he wasn't putting everything he'd worked for on the line, to let some seventeen year old girl turn around and fuck up his life.

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He wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her spine with one hand kissing her deeply. HIs lips traced her jaw and neck causing her to let out a soft quite moan. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with you Ophelia."he breathed against her skin, his hands slipping under her shirt, his fingertips tracing her curses and she closed her eyes taking in his touch. "You didn't owe your family an ounce of mercy and your piece of shit boyfriend should have supported you. You don't belong here and I'm going to get you out." he reassured her, before promising he'd get her out.

He kissed her then hard, his lips were telling her that his life was hers and the power she felt in that moment drove her crazy. That was what made Ophelia dangerous, she got a off of power and manipulating people. She'd manipulated Dr. Harding into cheating on his wife, she'd manipulated Mickey into cutting herself and betraying Dr. Copeland, now she was manipulating Dr. Harding to get her out. She was dangerous at the games she played.

She moved them a bit s his back was no longer against the wall, she unbuttoned his shirt sliding it off his shoulders, as she pushed him back so he was laying flat with his back on the ground she lend over him kissing him hard. She knew when her and Kay left, she'd be fucked up all the time just to forget the way his touch felt or the way he looked at her. She'd feel up her bed with guys who didn't give a shit about her to keep her mind numb for him, she knew that even as she kissed him now.

Her lips trailed along his jaw and neck, she continued along his collarbone and down his body. Slowly letting her lips lingered each place she kissed before moving to the next. She smirked up at him through her dark hair. She was incredible good at what she did for being so young. She reached his waistline, letting her lips move along it slowly, while her hand worked at unbuttoning his jeans before she slide them off quickly. She slide her hand into his boxer rubbing him a wicked smirk on her lips as he lips came back to his and she continued to rub between his leg, her body over his.

"You have to leave her." she whispered against her lips and it was an order her words were dark. "I won't share you." she said honestly, even though she planned to leave him, she wanted to know just how far he was willing to go.

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"I know." she breathed against his lips, there was no doubt or hesitation in her voice. She trailed her lips along his jaw and neck, making him groan, because he kiss literally lit him on fire. She loosened his tie and slipped it off before unbuttoning his shirt and quickly getting rid of it. She pushed her body against his and his jaw clenched as he ran his free hand through his hair, she made him feel completely alive, without any drugs. Her lips moved along his shoulders and chest. "Now come on." she breathed wickedly and he matched her smirk as she kissed lower before dropping to her knees in front of him, tracing his waistline. [b]"Let's have some really hot sex." she breathed as she reached up to undo his belt.

He caught her hand, before using his other hand to grab a fist full of her red hair and pull her up he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he walked them back into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed before slipping out of his jeans and climbing over her. He kisses her hard, lifting her just enough to unclip and slip off her bra before tossing it away. His lips moved slowly along her bare chest, like he couldn't get enough of the way her smooth skin felt on his lips.

He continued down her body, while his hand ran along her chest groping her gently. He made his way to her panties, kissing the fabric teasingly before kissing the inside of her thigh. He sat up then and smirked at her before flipping her quickly onto her stomach he was quick to move over her body then pressing his body against hers, his lips on her spine while his hand rubbed the inside of her thigh roughly.

"How bad do you want it?" he breathed in her ear, "Keep me interested baby, because it wouldn't take much for me to walk away." he said as if he'd really do it, if she didn't make wanting him convincing enough.

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"Alright." he said simply surprising her. He pulled her up quickly slipping off her shirt followed by her bra, like it was urgent, making her smirk. He pushed her back down , before his lips came down and traced her collarbone making her moan gently. "But if I leave her, you leave her alone." he practically ordered, but the truth was, O couldn't control Ricky if she didn't know what he was planning on doing. "If she ends up hurt, either by you or your stupid boyfriend, I'll kill you both myself." He breathed darkly and Ophelia had to admit, something about the way he'd said it kind of scared her.

He smirked then slipping off her shorts, however she was still focused on his threat even as his lips trailed down her entire body. She was torn between pushing him away because she was pissed that he'd threatened her and she'd done nothing about it or letting him continue. In the end she hadn't stopped him as his lips traced her panty line, making her lungs fill, before letting a shuttering moan because his lips felt impossibly good. When his lips came down on the inside of each of her thighs she'd forgotten completely why she'd been mad at him at all. she hated how skilled he was in manipulating her thoughts and her body.

He was driving her crazy, but she hid it well. He grabbed his tie and used it to tie both her wrists together, trapping her. He pinned her hands up over her head, making him completely in control of her. He slipped his other hand into her panties, causing her to bite her lips so hard she tasted blood as she arched her hips into his hot touch. "Beg me to fuck you." he breathed against her lips darkly making her shiver, she didn't beg, she made others beg, but she was finding it increasingly harder not to let him see what he was doing to her.

She lend up enough to kiss him despite the stinging pain in her arms as he still pinned them. She kissed him hard, trying to buy time, hoping he'd fuck her and forgot to make her beg, but he didn't seem to be falling for it. She wasn’t even sure she knew how to beg for anything.

"And if I don't." she whispered against his lips with a wicked smirk on her lips before laying flat again and closing her eyes letting out breathy desperate moans as he continued to rub her and she couldn't stand it anymore his touch was driving her crazy. "Shit, fuck me already...please Declan." she breathed, clearly desperate for him to continued.

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"Oh god Levi, fuck me." she moaned desperately and he smirked as his lips continued to move across her skin. "Please. I can't wait any longer." she breathed, clearly begging for him to get on with it. He continued to play with her and tease her for a long time, not letting her have any control as he pinned her to the bed. Eventually though, he slid off her panties and grabbed a fist full of her long red hair, before he started fucking her hard.

They fucked for a long time, he was rough, yet at the same time it was very clear that she meant more to him then he was openly stating, just by the way he touched her. He was sure he loved her, no one had ever made her feel as incredible as he felt when he was with her. He still though, couldn't quite figure out what it was that she did to him, he didn't care though. All that was on his mind was that he had her and he honestly never wanted the night to end.

They'd stopped at one point and he'd managed to find something a little stronger for them to drink, something he'd hid. Not that they really needed it, because he was high enough off her that he didn't need anything extra. They'd literally fucked the entire night away. When she wanted to stop he pushed her to continue and when he didn't want to go anymore he pushed himself, because if something happened and their plan was ruined it could very well be the last night he spent with her. There was never any certainty in Levi's life, meeting Mickey and falling for her when he'd thought he was going to spend the rest of his life with Fiona was proof enough of that.

When he finally rolled off her it was still dark outside, but the sky was starting to lighten up. He knew they couldn't stick around long because in an hour or so she'd need to be back in her room. He sat up kissing her forehead before going to grab his clothes picking up her dress as well. He tossed it to her as he got dressed he wanted to stay there and not have to go back, but he knew he'd never get her out if he got caught. He'd already had her out all night.

"I would love to not have to take you back." he breathed honestly, with a sigh as he retired his tie around his neck. "But if I'm going to get you out of there I have to have you back before anyone notices." he breathed honestly, not bothering to pick up the cabin, knowing that was probably the first place he'd take Mickey and Ophelia when him and Declan got them out.

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He pushed her until she was beyond sore and exhausted, but she was glad. She'd been glad when he pushed her to keep going, because she didn't want him to stop touching her. When he finally rolled off her, he kissed her forehead and she laid their for a moment to catch her breath before he helped her sit up and untied his tie from her wrists. He kissed her then and she kissed him back knowing what was coming next. "God I wish this didn't have to end." he breathed against her lips and she closed her eyes as his lips traced her jaw before he moved away and tossed her clothes to her. "We both have got to get back though." he sighed as she finished getting dressed and they both stood. "I'll leave Alice after I've gotten you out of here." his words were a promise as he kissed her deeply, she kissed back for a moment before shoving him away playfully.

"You better keep that promise...or I'll kill you." she breathed darkly and completely serious before she disappeared into the shadows leaving him there.

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For the next three months Ophelia's relationship had escalated. They were a dangerous couple and they weren't even out of the hospital. When they weren't fucking they were fighting. The male nurses had pulled her off of Dr. Harding a total seven times, she'd nearly stabbed him four of those times. Most the time she caused the fights, it was either because she was bored or she was pissed because she saw him with Alice. As much as he continued to tell her he was going to leave Alice he only looked closer and closer with the stupid blonde every time she saw them together. He was turning her into a monster, he made her absolutely crazy, but what made her so impossible attracted to him was the fact that he was scared of her, he took everything she threw at him and challenged her. She was honestly starting to feel like Alice was the other women and it was killing her.

He'd gotten into her head and could, get under her skin and piss her off that same way she could piss him off, No one had been able to take control of Ophelia like he had. surprisingly though as careless as they'd become with their insanely fucked up affair, no one seemed to catch on. The worst part about it, was Ophelia felt completely out of her mind when she wasn't with him, but when she was with him she felt completely normal. It seemed like they couldn't stop hurting each other, she was darkly obsessed with what he made her feel, to the point that she'd threaten to kill herself just to get his attention. As addicted to the misery that they created together, she still planned to leave him.

Her and Mickey had come up with a pretty solid plan with Ricky. He'd snuck in a few times and they'd all went over the plan more then once. Ophelia hid it well, but she couldn't help but be jealous of the way Ricky tended to look at Mickey. It made her crazy. Sure she didn't love Ricky like she love Declan, but as far as she was concerned Ricky belonged to her. Tensions were high in Ophelia's playing court, not just with Declan and her, but with her Ricky and Mickey.

Yet still somehow through all the chaos, Declan had still manage to convince the higher ups and the authorities the she was ready to be given a week long Sanity Test before she'd either passed and was let go or failed and locked up in the adult ward for good. She was surprised he'd even managed to convince them to give her the test, however she was gratefully because word of Dr. Wells coming back had started to spread through the hospital. She assumed it was simply because aside from the nurses having to get involved with her trying to attack Declan, she'd been controlling herself and her behavior had increased for the most part. However, Ophelia was still Ophelia and she was just trying to desperately get out, while keeping everything pint up on the inside.

She made her way up to his office, for their final meeting before her testing started. When she got to his door, she raised her fist to knock only she paused when she heard Alice's giggling coming from the other side of the door and her jaw clenched. It was clear that they weren't just talking on the other side of the door and it killed her to think that he was touching Alice the way he touched her. He knew he couldn't exactly avoid her, but it still made her feel like shit when she realized that she'd always hold the title of the other women.

She rested her forehead against the door, debating on simply walking away as she continued to listen to what was going on in his office. She fought back tears for the first time in forever. She wonder if he would really leave her or if he was simply playing both her and Alice. Finally she turned and started heading back towards the elevator when they door open and She turned back around just in time to see him kiss Alice, not even realizing she was standing right there, she cleared her throat making her prescience known. She looked better then she'd looked in a long time, she'd actually put a bit of weight on, enough that she no longer looked anorexic. Her gaze fell on Declan but she refused to be the first to speak.

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"Alright, let's go." she sighed and so did he as she came over to kiss his lips before she slipped out of the room and he hesitated for only a moment before following her. They'd barely managed to get her back to the hospital in time, they'd had to dodge a few day nurses, but they'd managed to slip her in unnoticed before he'd headed home having the day off. When he'd gone home Alice and Fiona were passed out together in his bed and so he'd simply fallen asleep on the couch. When Fiona asked, he'd told her him and Declan had had a few drinks and he'd got home late, he was glad that she didn't push him anymore.

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The next three months were exhausting. He was living a triple life and doing horrible things to keep everyone happy. Him and Declan had started working for his brother regularly, killing guys who didn't pay up, they'd both become his brother's favorite assassins very quickly because they were efficient and got the job done, without leaving so much as a trace. Levi started doing coke again regularly behind Fiona and Kayla's back just so he could keep up with the lie he was living. He'd gotten severally addicted actually, to the point that he honestly couldn't stand to be sober, however he was insanely good at hiding it.

When he wasn't having a "Therapy session." with Mickey, he was trying to make things work with his wife so that she wasn't suspicious. He'd slip her sleeping pills in with her dinner so she'd knock out and he could pull a job for his brother and be back before she woke up. He was living off two hours a night if he was lucky and cocaine. He'd had to train his personality to be his old self when he was with his brother and with Kayla and be the man Fiona wanted when he was at home. It was exhausting.

However, the more time he spent with Mickey the more and more he didn't want to be without her, selfishly though he also still really loved Fiona. The choice was a clear one, he'd pick Mickey any day of the week, but still there was a part of him that kept wanting to go back to Fiona. He'd become increasingly selfish. He was dangerous and the drugs and liquor effected his mood swings. For some reason he could control his temper when he was with Fiona, but he was an ass hole when he was with Kayla, it was because she drove him absolutely crazy. They were either fighting or fucking and he'd honestly take either one then not see her at all.

He couldn't stand her using Dean against him, so he'd managed to put the kid in solitary confinement thanks to Declan's help. Levi and Declan had quickly become to most powerful doctors at Saint Peters, because they'd managed to get two of the most dangerous patients to start healing and talking. Levi personally had become power hungry not just at work but with Kayla, when it came to sex, he pushed her and pushed her until she was begging him to stop.

He'd become a dangerous man all over again, maybe even more dangerous then before. it was scary the way he could manipulate everyone around him, including the higher up to give Mickaela a sanity test calming she was healed and no longer needed super vision. They fought him on it at first but eventually gave in to his persuasion. He and Declan had worked out a plan to get the girls out of their and what they would do after.

Even as he sat in his office though, talking to his brother and letting him know that him and Declan would more then likely be quitting their jobs in the near future, there was a part of him that wanted to call the whole thing off with getting the girls out. If Mickey was in the hospital he had control of her and he could keep Fiona, there was no telling who or what Mickey would turn into if he got her out or if she'd even stick around and the thought of loosing her pissed him off more then it scared him. He knew she'd be coming up for her final session any minuet and so he hung up the phone with his brother and pull out her file lighting himself a cigerette.

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He pushed her until she was beyond sore and exhausted, but she was glad. She'd been glad when he pushed her to keep going, because she didn't want him to stop touching her. When he finally rolled off her, he kissed her forehead and she laid their for a moment to catch her breath before he helped her sit up and untied his tie from her wrists. He kissed her then and she kissed him back knowing what was coming next. "God I wish this didn't have to end." he breathed against her lips and she closed her eyes as his lips traced her jaw before he moved away and tossed her clothes to her. "We both have got to get back though." he sighed as she finished getting dressed and they both stood. "I'll leave Alice after I've gotten you out of here." his words were a promise as he kissed her deeply, she kissed back for a moment before shoving him away playfully.

"You better keep that promise...or I'll kill you." she breathed darkly and completely serious before she disappeared into the shadows leaving him there.

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For the next three months Ophelia's relationship had escalated. They were a dangerous couple and they weren't even out of the hospital. When they weren't fucking they were fighting. The male nurses had pulled her off of Dr. Harding a total seven times, she'd nearly stabbed him four of those times. Most the time she caused the fights, it was either because she was bored or she was pissed because she saw him with Alice. As much as he continued to tell her he was going to leave Alice he only looked closer and closer with the stupid blonde every time she saw them together. He was turning her into a monster, he made her absolutely crazy, but what made her so impossible attracted to him was the fact that he was scared of her, he took everything she threw at him and challenged her. She was honestly starting to feel like Alice was the other women and it was killing her.

He'd gotten into her head and could, get under her skin and piss her off that same way she could piss him off, No one had been able to take control of Ophelia like he had. surprisingly though as careless as they'd become with their insanely fucked up affair, no one seemed to catch on. The worst part about it, was Ophelia felt completely out of her mind when she wasn't with him, but when she was with him she felt completely normal. It seemed like they couldn't stop hurting each other, she was darkly obsessed with what he made her feel, to the point that she'd threaten to kill herself just to get his attention. As addicted to the misery that they created together, she still planned to leave him.

Her and Mickey had come up with a pretty solid plan with Ricky. He'd snuck in a few times and they'd all went over the plan more then once. Ophelia hid it well, but she couldn't help but be jealous of the way Ricky tended to look at Mickey. It made her crazy. Sure she didn't love Ricky like she love Declan, but as far as she was concerned Ricky belonged to her. Tensions were high in Ophelia's playing court, not just with Declan and her, but with her Ricky and Mickey.

Yet still somehow through all the chaos, Declan had still manage to convince the higher ups and the authorities the she was ready to be given a week long Sanity Test before she'd either passed and was let go or failed and locked up in the adult ward for good. She was surprised he'd even managed to convince them to give her the test, however she was gratefully because word of Dr. Wells coming back had started to spread through the hospital. She assumed it was simply because aside from the nurses having to get involved with her trying to attack Declan, she'd been controlling herself and her behavior had increased for the most part. However, Ophelia was still Ophelia and she was just trying to desperately get out, while keeping everything pint up on the inside.

She made her way up to his office, for their final meeting before her testing started. When she got to his door, she raised her fist to knock only she paused when she heard Alice's giggling coming from the other side of the door and her jaw clenched. It was clear that they weren't just talking on the other side of the door and it killed her to think that he was touching Alice the way he touched her. He knew he couldn't exactly avoid her, but it still made her feel like shit when she realized that she'd always hold the title of the other women.

She rested her forehead against the door, debating on simply walking away as she continued to listen to what was going on in his office. She fought back tears for the first time in forever. She wonder if he would really leave her or if he was simply playing both her and Alice. Finally she turned and started heading back towards the elevator when they door open and She turned back around just in time to see him kiss Alice, not even realizing she was standing right there, she cleared her throat making her prescience known. She looked better then she'd looked in a long time, she'd actually put a bit of weight on, enough that she no longer looked anorexic. Her gaze fell on Declan but she refused to be the first to speak.

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"Alright, let's go." she sighed and so did he as she came over to kiss his lips before she slipped out of the room and he hesitated for only a moment before following her. They'd barely managed to get her back to the hospital in time, they'd had to dodge a few day nurses, but they'd managed to slip her in unnoticed before he'd headed home having the day off. When he'd gone home Alice and Fiona were passed out together in his bed and so he'd simply fallen asleep on the couch. When Fiona asked, he'd told her him and Declan had had a few drinks and he'd got home late, he was glad that she didn't push him anymore.

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The next three months were exhausting. He was living a triple life and doing horrible things to keep everyone happy. Him and Declan had started working for his brother regularly, killing guys who didn't pay up, they'd both become his brother's favorite assassins very quickly because they were efficient and got the job done, without leaving so much as a trace. Levi started doing coke again regularly behind Fiona and Kayla's back just so he could keep up with the lie he was living. He'd gotten severally addicted actually, to the point that he honestly couldn't stand to be sober, however he was insanely good at hiding it.

When he wasn't having a "Therapy session." with Mickey, he was trying to make things work with his wife so that she wasn't suspicious. He'd slip her sleeping pills in with her dinner so she'd knock out and he could pull a job for his brother and be back before she woke up. He was living off two hours a night if he was lucky and cocaine. He'd had to train his personality to be his old self when he was with his brother and with Kayla and be the man Fiona wanted when he was at home. It was exhausting.

However, the more time he spent with Mickey the more and more he didn't want to be without her, selfishly though he also still really loved Fiona. The choice was a clear one, he'd pick Mickey any day of the week, but still there was a part of him that kept wanting to go back to Fiona. He'd become increasingly selfish. He was dangerous and the drugs and liquor effected his mood swings. For some reason he could control his temper when he was with Fiona, but he was an ass hole when he was with Kayla, it was because she drove him absolutely crazy. They were either fighting or fucking and he'd honestly take either one then not see her at all.

He couldn't stand her using Dean against him, so he'd managed to put the kid in solitary confinement thanks to Declan's help. Levi and Declan had quickly become to most powerful doctors at Saint Peters, because they'd managed to get two of the most dangerous patients to start healing and talking. Levi personally had become power hungry not just at work but with Kayla, when it came to sex, he pushed her and pushed her until she was begging him to stop.

He'd become a dangerous man all over again, maybe even more dangerous then before. it was scary the way he could manipulate everyone around him, including the higher up to give Mickaela a sanity test calming she was healed and no longer needed super vision. They fought him on it at first but eventually gave in to his persuasion. He and Declan had worked out a plan to get the girls out of their and what they would do after.

Even as he sat in his office though, talking to his brother and letting him know that him and Declan would more then likely be quitting their jobs in the near future, there was a part of him that wanted to call the whole thing off with getting the girls out. If Mickey was in the hospital he had control of her and he could keep Fiona, there was no telling who or what Mickey would turn into if he got her out or if she'd even stick around and the thought of loosing her pissed him off more then it scared him. He knew she'd be coming up for her final session any minuet and so he hung up the phone with his brother and pull out her file lighting himself a cigerette.

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His eyes met hers, but they weren't apologetic or embarrassed. It was clear that he'd changed and was just about as cold and cruel as Ophelia. He was smug and almost rubbing it in Ophelia's face that she'd caught him with Alice. They hurt each other every chance they got, it was unhealthy, but it was how they functioned. in a sick and twisted way it was how they pushed each other and tested each other. She was pissed and it was clearly written all over her face, but to most Ophelia always looked pissed and that was part of the reason people couldn't catch on.

She regretted letting Declan in, because now he was the only person on the face of the planet who knew her better then she knew herself and so he knew what really drove her crazy. She couldn't help but love the way he hurt her though, it was why she needed him. She loved pain and misery, she had always been drawn to it. Alice was clearly embarrassed and Ophelia's skin crawled with rage when she kissed his cheek, before turning and slipping past Ophelia. It took every ounce of control O had not to shove her against the wall and chock her out, just to get back at him.

Her eyes ran over Alice darkly, like she was two seconds from killing the poor girl. "Ophelia." he said so casually it continued to add to the growing flame of irritation that pules through her body. She walked forward headed towards his office where he stood in the doorway making it impossible to squeeze past him without their bodies touching. "Come on in." he said with a smirk running his fingers through is hair, because whatever he'd been doing with Alice had messed it up and her body tensed as she slipped past him.

She knew that things were going to get ugly before he'd even shut the door, she could feel the tension between them, not to mention they hadn't fought in a few days, things had been good for too long. The second the door closed she spun to face him and there was clear murder in her eyes, but she also knew that she couldn't get to out of hand the day before her testing or they'd push it back.

"You making me fucking sick." she spat harshly, like she wasn't a seventeen year old girl, in fact she was talking to him like she was his age and it was clear that Ophelia was way beyond her years. "You think this is a God Damn game Declan? If you don't get your shit together baby, I'm going to fucking murder her myself and bring you her head." she said so dead serious too anyone else but Declan it would scare the shit out of them. She walked up to him pausing in front of him holding his eyes darkly. "You’re a coward you know that?" she taunted. She could tell that he didn't have a care in the world, she had a feeling that he didn't want to give Alice up and she'd felt that way for a while.

"Go ahead, hit me." she hissed like she could read his mind, she shoved him roughly knowing it would piss him off. "I fucked Ricky last night, it was nice you know...screaming his name for a change." she said simply with a shrug.

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He smoked his cigarette casually, he'd been having a lot of second thought on whether or not to actually let her go through with the testing. He could start to feel exhaustion taking over his body, that was when he pulled out a baggie of coke and used his credit hard to cut a couple lines, before leaning down and snorting all of them. Within a few minuets he felt incredible. He swept the remaining white desk from his desk and made sure it wasn't on his clothes before he lend back in his chair and finished smoking his cigarette.

The door opened before slamming such and a wickedly dangerous smirk crept across his lips. He could tell she was pissed and he already knew why, she'd finally found out she couldn't fuck Dean and that made him happier then it should. She crossed the room quickly slapping her hands down on the desk a if she needed to get his attention when she already clearly had it. She lend forward, but he didn't even flinch. he was arrogant in the worst way.

"You're a fucking asshole!" She spat and he raised a brow when she angerly cleared his desk knocking it's contents to the floor, still he didn't move. "Why the fuck did you get Dean put on solitary?" She hissed glaring at him and he held her eyes fearlessly.

Levi had changed, because he was in power again. He'd killed again, he had control over peoples life a sick, sadistic kind of control. He could get Mickaela to fold by simply mentioning he wasn't going to leave his wife for her or comparing her to Fiona. He was dark and cruel, but he loved it because it didn't matter how fucked up he was, Mickey still wanted him and she hadn't asked him a single to to fix himself or change himself into something he wasn't and that was why he loved her. She was used to guys like him, what she wasn't use to was guys like him actually giving a shit about her or loving her.

"Because I could." he said so simply it was chilling. He stood up then, walking around his desk to her and grabbing her wrist painfully tight as he spun her to face him. His grip was so tight if she tired to pull away she'd either dislocate or break her wrist. "Because I told you that you fucking belong to me." His voice was stern and loud. He yanked her close, before backing her up against the desk and pinning her hips and lower back to the desk tighter then necessary, just to prove he had the power. He grabbed her jaw roughly forcing her to look at him.

"He doesn’t get to have you and you don't get the satisfaction of fucking him behind my back babydoll." he breathed darkly, kissing her roughly. The kiss was passionate, but it was also lustful, dark, and possessive. "But, you don't need him. Right?" he asked taunting her. "Because I own every inch of you." he hissed grabbing hold of her red hair tightly. His finger tips traced along her neck and paused at the tattoo on her collarbone "From everyone of your bull shit tattoos..." he breathed cruelly, his fingertips running along the fabric of her shirt and down her body, his eyes never once leaving hers. He teased her waistline in the silence of his office before slipping his hand past her pants and panties until he was rubbing between her legs. "To what's between your legs, which means he doesn't get it." he spat. "What part of that don’t you get?" he hissed bring that hand that had been in her hair to wrapp around her throat tightly.

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She could literally see him fuming right before he lashed out and slapped her hard across the face so hard she started bleeding almost instantly. Her face stung, but she was too high on whatever she'd gotten from Ricky the night before to feel a thing. She Was pissed, where most girls would probably shrink and start crying, Ophelia only felt rage and kept still watching him as she whipped away the blood from her nose as he yanked her forward by her hair.

"Don't lie to me." he hissed darkly as he wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her closer, she held his eyes and there wasn't a single ounce of fear in Ophelia, even though she knew he was a dangerous man. "Maybe you did fuck him, but don't pretend you didn't think about me the whole time." he laughed darkly shoving her away and it might have hurt if she hadn't been so high. "I'm not playing games babe."he said simply taking a long drag off his cigarette.

There was something so dark about him, so completely manipulative she knew standing their with him now she hadn't seen all of him. There was a part of her that wondered what he'd do when he realized she was gone. She wondered if he'd be satisfied enough with Alice or if he'd come after her. If he came after her, she had a feeling if she didn't kill him he'd kill her, especially when he found out she'd taken off with Ricky.

"I told you I'd leave her once you were out, but you're not out yet. So I guess you'll just have to put up with it, won't you?"He spat laughing darkly and the way his eyes ran over her, like he was amused with her attempt to piss him off, made her snap because she wasn't good at failing or being looked down on. She walked over to him, her features softening a bit like she was going to trying to apologize to him and beg for his forgiveness.

She grabbed a hold of his tie pulling his lips to hers, she kissed him hard, faking an apologetic kiss with perfection. She pulled away then grabbing his cigarette and taking a long drag off of it. "Yeah, well your not exactly acting like your going to leave her." she breathed out a breath of smoke before pressing the end of the burning cigarette to his neck and punching him as hard as she could in the stomach. "I think you fuck her more now then you did before, you fucking ass hole." she spat walking around him and quickly kicking him as hard as she could in the back of the knees to drop him to his knees.

She grabbed a hold of his hair like he had hers yanking his head back as she lend in her lips at his ear. "Just so you know I didn't think of you one God damn time while he was fucking me." she hissed and although it was a lie, she'd said it so honestly she'd almost believed it herself. "You seem to think I'm weak like every other girl you've ever been with. It takes a lot more then a slap in the face and a few cruel word to get under my skin babe." she breathed darkly before she used her grip on his hair to shove him forward roughly. It was very clear that Ophelia could handle herself and she was dangerously fearless, she'd been building up Mickaela's confidence and training her to be just as dangerous.

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She managed to slip her grip quickly, before she slapped him across the face hard enough to cause his nose to bleed, not entirely because it was too hard, but because he'd been snorting coke like an alcoholic drinking. He whipped the blood away quickly and turned back to her, murder in his eyes he was beyond pissed. If she hadn't have put distance between them and started talking he'd have moved quickly and probably beat the shit out of her.

"Fuck off Levi.You don't own me." she spat taking another step back to put more distance between them even though he very clearly wasn't moving towards her. "I'm not a fucking pet or a toy, you don't get to decide who plays with me." she shrugged and rolled her eyes as she lit a cigarette and he simply watched her, growing more and more irritated the more she spoke. "You go back to your fucking wife every single night so you do not have the right to tell me who I can and can't fuck." She spat, raising her voice as a cloud of smoke escaped her lips.


He raised a brow, he was fully aware that people could tell he'd changed. Fiona had mentioned it, but he'd simply avoided the conversation every time. Just like he'd changed though, so had Mickey. She didn't seem as hell bent on needing him or wanting to be his, in fact she'd seemed a lot more independent then she had when they'd first started fucking. Someone was obviously behind building her up and where the doctor she'd first met would have approved, the new Levi wanted to break her down.


"I belong to me." he smirked, like she was a child trying to prove her independence. "Not you, or Dean, or anyone else, so quit trying to control my fucking life."he laughed darkly, like she'd something funny. He lend back against his desk, lighting himself a cigarette and letting silence fall between them like they had all the time in the world.

"Please." he breathe out a breath of smoke as he looked her over like he was above her and she had no power, simply breaking her down with the way he was looking at her. "Who's feeding you that shit princess?" he taunted. "You have just about as much control over your life as a prisoner." he shrugged simply and his words were cruel, but the coke had taken over.

he walked towards her slowly, like he wasn't worried about her trying to get away cause he could catch her no problem. He took another drag off his cigarette and paused in front of her, blowing the smoke in her face, before leaning down so his lips were barely grazing her. The heat between them was impossibly strong. He didn't reach out and touch her though, he simply stayed close, lips almost touching her.

"If your so in control, why'd you move away from me, why could you say all that right to my face?" he breathed against her lips his voice quite and demeaning. "Why haven't you left? If you have so much control, why do you feel the need to explain yourself to me?" he continued tauntingly, before quickly taking a fistful of her hair and pressing his lips to hers, holding her so tightly she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. "Because I own you and you know it Kayla, stop lying to yourself." he breathed against her lips with a wicked smirk.

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She had every intent in the world to leave him there. She kept counting down the days until her and Mickey would be on there own. She loved him, that much was clear because she put up with his shit instead of making up some lie so they'd switch doctors, but their relationship was exhausting. She'd never had to word so damn hard for power or control in her entire life. She'd just always had it. He moved quicker then she could grabbing her ankle and pulling her roughly to the ground. Her heart raced, but with excitement as opposed to fear. There relationship wasn't only fucked up it was twisted, because they both had to contently be in control, to the point of hurting the other if they had to.

He wasted no time climbing over and pinning her arms so tightly over her head that even past the fog of numbness the coke provided her with, she still winced. He wrapped his other hand around her throat tightly enough that it stopped her failed attempts at struggling to get away from him stop, so that she could save her breath. He held her eyes and she held his right back, there was a taunting smirk on her lips as if trying to prove to him she wasn't scared, although the look in his eyes was clear that he might kill her.


"Keep telling yourself that baby." He smirked darkly, tightening his grip on her neck making her wince. "You're only as strong as I let you be." He scoffed simply and those words pissed her off more then him being with Alice. "If I really wanted, I could take away all that strength and fight." he spat and her jaw clenched as he lend over her so his lips were a breath away but she didn't flinch even as much as she wanted him to kiss her. "Don't lie, it turns you on when I've got the power, doesn't it?" he breathed as his hand slid from her throat slowly down her body making her close her eyes and let out a small moan, despite herself, she hated what he could do to her.

He pinned her tighter to the floor and she let out a groan, both in pain and pleasure. She could already feel the bruises burning on her wrists under her skin where he held her pinned down. His hand slipping into her jeans then and she bit her lips hard to keep from moaning. He started rubbing between her legs and she couldn't help but arch her hips into his touch. His touch was like pure heroine, it was impossible for her to escape when he started touching her.

"Ricky doesn't do shit for you babe, we both know that." he shrugged, rubbing her harder and she couldn't fight it anymore, she let out desperate moans hating herself for giving in so easily to him, she knew she had to figure out a way to get away from him. She had absolutely no leverage all she had were her, so whatever she said would either have to piss him off enough he'd start to beat the shit out of her and she'd have a better chance at getting away or it had to be cruel enough to bring him back to the Declan that wanted to help her.

"Go ahead." she breathed clearly struggling to speak. "Take away my fight...then you'll be just like Dr. Wells." she breathed. "I can still ruin your life, show everyone the bruises. You get thrown in prison, not only for fucking me, but for hurting me." she hissed. "The worst that happens to me is I don't get out." she said like it wasn't a big deal desperately trying to get away from him not wanting to give into his touch.

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She shoved him away roughly causing his fists to clench. "Fuck." she breathed trying to wipe his kiss from her lips and he simply smirked as he watched her. "You're not my fucking master and I'm not your god dammed slave Levi." she spat bitterly and he watched her. She was really pissed that he'd locked Dean up and it started to hit him.


The more his eyes traced over her taking in every movement, she was having withdrawals. Dean had gotten her hooked on more then just good sex, he was giving her drugs and why Levi hadn't put that together sooner was beyond him. He knew when an addict was withdrawing. He'd lived around them before he'd married Fiona, he'd been one, and he'd studied them in college. She was pissed because he'd cut off her supplier. He smirked wickedly.

"Your Jonasing." he called her out, moving quickly and catching her before she could reach the door. He spun her roughly forcing her into the door and pinning her there with his body, grabbing her arms and pinning them roughly over her head. "You fucking bitch, your pissed because I cut off your supplier." he hissed darkly. "What's he got you so hooked on?" he demanded and answer using his free hand to grab her jaw and force her to look at him.

He grabbed ahold of her red hair tightly, yanking her as he walked over to his desk, he sat down in his chair using his grip on her hair to pull her down to the ground in front of him. He used his free hand to search though his desk before pulling out a small bag of coke. He tossed it into her lap cruelly, before yanking her hair back and leaning in so he was looking her in the eyes.

"What's he make you do for it Mickey?" he asked darkly. "Fuck him, beat him off?" he hissed his eyes dark and his voice dangerously low. "Tell me." he demanded. "Do you give a shit about us?" he held her eyes. "Your so willing to fuck him for drugs what else are you willing to do babe, please I'd like to know." he said almost hurt, but trying to hide it he released her like he was disgusted with her running his hands through his hair. "Take the drugs and get the fuck out." he breathed.

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He climbed off her quickly then and stood, before pulling her to her feet and pushing her towards the door. She rolled her eyes, because she knew her words had gotten to him. She felt shitty, because she could tell she'd really hurt him this time. Ophelia didn't know how to deal with feeling guilty for someone else's pain. She watched as he headed back towards his desk and he jaw clenched she hadn't meant to really hurt him, she'd just wanted a chance to get away from him.

"Get out." He ordered and she was taken back by the tone of his voice and his words, almost confused. She knew him well know and she'd never heard real pain in his voice, not like she'd heard just then and it honestly hurt her and she wasn't sure why. She crossed her arms in front of her hesitating before turning to leave. She'd come to terms with the fact that she'd loved him, but her loving him had yet to hurt yet, until now.

She reached for the door, before pausing and turning back to face him. She crossed the room to stand in front of his desk. "Baby, I..." she tried to piece words together, but she'd never honestly apologized for anything and she wasn't entirely sure she could physically bring herself to do it. She'd convinced herself apologize made you look weak. "I didn't mean it." she breathed with a sighed running her fingers though her silky, long black hair pulling it all to one side keeping her eyes on him.

She bit her lip she didn't know what else to say. Until she'd started seeing Declan, she'd never felt anything but anger, pain, and hate. Now, he made her feel a hundred things at once and she was built to handle that. She'd spent so much time building herself up to be cruel and hateful that she didn't know how to be any other way. She sighed, before turning and making her way towards the door. She desperately wanted to let him know that she really did love him, because she'd yet to tell him, she just assumed he knew, because the thought of saying it out loud was terrifying to her.

"I love you Declan." she breathed just loud enough for him to hear her, before she slipped out the door. She felt like shit and she didn't know how to make it go away.

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He buried his face in his hands. He was driving her away he knew that, but it was something e just couldn't stop. He was so in love with her, that he hurt her just to make her believe she couldn't do any better then him, to assure he wouldn't loose her. He realized though, it didn't matter what he did to her, she was an addict like him and the drugs would always win over her feelings and emotions, over him. It would be the same for her, drugs would always come before her and that killed him.

They were both fucked up in their own right, then they'd added a complicated relationship on top of it. He knew though neither of them were willing to do the right thing and give the other up, they were both to selfish. Normally, Levi wouldn't have broken like he had. he'd have ignored the pain that ate away at him, coming to the realization that she'd rather fuck another guy for drugs then come to him. But, there was something about her that could really get under his skin and hurt him, like no one he'd ever know before.

"I'm sorry." she breathed softly and her voice was so hypnotizing it was already pulling him back in. He could hate her with every bit of his being, yet she could still pull him in because he needed her and he'd never realized it until that moment. She grabbed his tie and pulled him close, making him finally look at her and he avoided her eyes, until her lips touched his and he closed his eyes as her hands ran up his thighs the more she lend into the kiss. "Please don't hate me. I love you." she moaned against his lips kissing him harder, it was clear she was desperate to hear or feel that he needed her the way she needed him in that moment.

He pulled away then, from her. He shook his head. He didn't know what the hell to do, part of him wanted to tell her it was okay and another part of him wanted to slap her. He was torn whether to hate her or love her. Never in his life had Levi been indecisive, not until it came to dealing with Mickey. He was silent for a long time before he finally spoke.

"Shit Kayla. You know what you do to me?" he said glancing to her. He lend in pressing his lips to hers placing a hand on the back of her neck and kissing her hard. "I love you so fucking much." he breathed against that. "I don't know what part of that you don't understand, baby I want to give you the world." he said honestly. "But I can't do that when your prostituting yourself out to other guys to get what you want, instead of coming to me."he said honestly. "You can't be doing this shit out there." he said referring to when she was out of the hospital, he kissed her letting her know just how much he needed her and just how much he loved her simply with his lips. "You'll end up dead and I won't be able to live with that." he breathed honestly scared for what she'd do when he couldn't be around or when she got bored.

He knew that her brother's had tossed her around in the world of prostitution, however he had an idea that even as cruel as they were they still had control over the guys that took advantage of her. However, if she was alone, there were plenty of situations that wouldn't be controlled like she was used to and that scared the shit out of him.

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She felt like shit and she wanted him to come after her, to tell her it was alright and that he forgave her. She didn't know what the fuck was wrong with her, she'd never cared about anyone's emotions. Now she was mentally begging him to come after her. She felt him grab her wrist and she smirked as he pulled her back into the room. Had she not felt so shitty, she'd have fought him but she went willingly.

He wrapped an arm around her and it felt incredible she could feel the electric heat of his touch through her clothes and that’s how she knew he was more to her then some sick twisted love affair. She felt with him. He held her close kissing her lips his hand slipping into her hair like it was meant to be there and she wanted to fall apart in his arms, she felt like if he wasn't holding her she wouldn't be able to stand alone and that was an odd feeling for Ophelia.

"I love you too Ophelia." He breathed against her lips and she let out a shuddering breath, because she'd never had anyone actually tell her that. He pressed his forehead to hers and she kept her eyes on him even as he closed his eyes, like she was scared if she closed her eyes, he'd disappeared when she opened them. "Tell me the truth babe," he breathed honestly and she held his eyes able to tell that he needed an honest answer from her. "Have I ever, even once, hurt you like he did?" He asked and it was beyond clear that he words had really tore him up.

She'd never felt more in control, yet out of control in her entire life. She could completely break him down if she wanted, tell him that he was exactly like Dr. Wells. a different Ophelia, four months ago wouldn't have even hesitated, she'd have thrown that in his face just to break him down and hurt him. He was changing her and it was scaring the shit out of her. She placed her hand on the side of his face and kissed him, it was apologetic and loving. For the first time since they'd started seeing each other, she felt like they were actually a couple. It was the seriousness of the questions and the desperation for her to be honest with him.

"Yeah." she breathed honestly against his lips her voice was a whisper though, showing a much more vulnerable side that Ophelia herself was unaware she even had. She ran her thumb over his cheek as she held his eyes, her forehead still pressed against his. "The difference though, is that I don't care." she breathed completely honest. Her words weren't bitter or sarcastic, they were real. "Your nothing like him and I wouldn’t change a God damn thing about you. If I love you Declan...it's because I love all of you." she shrugged simply kissing him again."As fucked up as things get between us, I wouldn't want you if you weren't you." she breathed needing him to understand that she hadn't meant what she'd said.

Ophelia had ever been so completely open about her feelings with someone, yet with him being that open felt incredible. She'd take a million of his slaps, his hateful, words, and there dangerous fights for a single moment like the one they were having.

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She stood climbing into his lap and straddling him. He sighed as he wrapped an arm around her. He'd never been so scared to loose someone in his entire life, it made him beyond crazy. It physically hurt him, just the thought that she was fucking Dean for drugs, selling herself short. Sure he was a fucking ass hole to her, he knew that but he hoped that she at least knew he loved her. He couldn't change who he was and he knew he was no better then Dean, but he knew that the difference between him and Dean or anyone else for that matter was that he honestly cared about her.

"I'm sorry." She breathed sincerely, her forehead leand against his and he closed his eyes simply listening to her voice. "I'm just... I guess I'm just afraid of someone having so much power over me again." she admitted and he opened his eyes, meeting hers. "You've got me so dependent on you for so many things." she breathed as her lips moved along his jaw and neck and he sighed. When she put it like that it made him feel like shit. "I know it's horrible, but I didn't want to give you any more control of me then you already have." she breathed against his skin making him close his eyes again as he lips moved along his neck. She undid the top buttons on his shirt exposing more skin. Her fingertips ran across his skin, leaving a trail of fire before her lips moved across the collar of his shirt. "You just have to understand that, after what I've been through, that kind of control scares me." she breathed between kisses.

He let silence fall between them for a long moment as his high from the coke faded and was replaced by the high she never failed to make him feel. His finger tips ran up and down her back gently. It was honestly a hard concept for him to understand, he'd never quite understand because he'd never been in her shoes. He was every guy that had ever taken advantage of her, he knew that it was hard for her to let someone like him have control or even trust him with that kind of control. He sighed placing his hands on either shoulder and pushing her away gently.

"You shouldn't be apologizing." He breathed holding her eyes. "I should have never made you feel like you couldn't come to me babe." he breathed instantly taking the blame for everything that had happened. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her hard. "I'd rather have you steal drugs from me, if you don't want to ask." he said honestly. "Your worth so much more then you give yourself credit for." he sighed wishing he could make her see that, but if she was with him she'd never see that because he treated her like shit.

He pulled her close so that her body was against his and he was hugging her, he let silence fall between them for a long moment, just holding her. Every time they were together they were either fighting or fucking and he wanted her to know that she meant more to him then that, that he could just sit there and hold her and not need anything else for her and he wasn't sure if she'd ever had anyone just hold her. He pressed his lips to her neck kissing her gently.

"I'm sorry baby, I love you. I hope you know that." he breathed against her skin, at that point the Levi that Fiona had turned him into was showing through, or more so the Levi that really cared about her and honestly loved her. It was a side he hadn't shown since they started their rocky relationship.

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