F*cking cliché

Pov Calum

So my dad did something stupid.. very stupid, but sweet as well.
He had an interview talking about what happened to the biggest building his company owns and he mentioned me.. of course that isn't a problem if people didn't know about the S.S.S.

But the people who know are my problem.. they finally had something to use against my father.. me.

Being an agent wasn't even my biggest threat anymore.

People now know what I look like and where I roam around. My dad just made me a target.

How I know that would be my fate?
Well.. I'm getting followed.

I want Levi to be here.. more than I want to admit. He wouldn't try to torture me for money.. these people certainly will.

It was a big strongly build male whose reflection I "somehow" kept seeing in the shopping windows I passed.

I have been trying to get rid of him for a really long time but I can't seem to make him lose me.

So I'm trying to get to a public place, a place where he wouldn't strike.
Problem is.. everything seems to be closed. Why is everything closed?
Why am I even outside this late?

My legs are getting tired and I know that I need to get somewhere soon.. otherwise I'll be close to death in a few minutes.

Pov Levi

I groan when I hear my doorbell ring.
Look I'm fine with friends coming over but if they forget stuff they can text me first before just showing up on my doorstep.

I slowly make my way over to the door.. I'm sure they can wait.

Well turns out they couldn't wait since the ringing sound torture my ears again.

I open the door but it's not the one I was expecting.

'Calum?' I ask surprised, 'Are you here to be a dessert?' 'What?' He ask confused but his eyes show distress.. that question wasn't to bad right? 'Why a dessert?' 'I haven't had one,' I explain. 'Why would you need one?'
'It's Thanksgiving?' 'Oh.'

'But seriously why are you here?'

He takes a step closer to the door causing me to see more of him in the light. He's.. he's bleeding?

'I didn't know where else to go,' he mumbles with a weak smile.
'Come on.. get your ass inside.'

Pov Calum

'Why come to me Calum?'
'I don't know.. my house was to far away I guess,' I mumble.
'You were planning to go home? To just go home while your bleeding?'
'It will stop eventually.. right?'

He shakes his head and places his hand on my back leading me somewhere.

'Where are we going?'
'The bathroom.' 'Why?'
'I'm going to fix you up,' he explains, 'again.'

I sit down on the edge of the bathtub, nervously fiddling around with the gloves I'm wearing.

'Calum maybe you want to take your gloves and beanie off.' 'Right.'

I take them off and he helps me remove my coat.

'Yea okay.. it looks dirty.. I need to clean that off, we don't want you to get an infection,' he states, 'Take of your shirt and sit down in the tub my lovely patient.' 'Can't you just cut a hole in the shirt?' I suggest.
'Calum blood can be washed out, there's no need to ruin a perfectly fine t-shirt. Besides.. don't you wear this one a lot? The one with the cactus.'
'It's fine, I bite down on my lip, 'Just cut it open.'

'Calum what's the problem? I'm not asking you to go nude or anything.'
'I.. I,' I groan, 'I don't want to take it off if it isn't needed.'
'Calum.. you came to me.. let me fix you up,' he responds.

After a few more minutes of discussion I slowly take it off.

'Now your undershirt.'
'Why? Can't you reach it now?'
'Because it's pressing on the wound and I need to see if your not hurt elsewhere,' he explains.
'C..Cut it open.'

He sighs and cups my head in one of his hands making me look at him.

'Darling listen to me.. I'm trying to help you with something I didn't do. So stop being difficult and let me.'

I bite my lip as I take it off.

'See that wasn't so hard, now sit in the tub.. I don't want to find blood everywhere once we're done.'
'But won't my jeans get all wet?'
He smirks. 'Take them off if you have a problem with that. Besides I will need to look at that knee of yours as well.' 'Right.. should I get rid of my socks while we're at it?' 'Maybe.'

'No Calum.. I can't see it proper like this, move so your painful shoulder is pointed towards me.' 'Can't yo..'
'Calum stop it! Just listen for once will you?!' He snarls making me shrink in a bit.

I move into the position he wants me and look down. There's no way he won't see my back this way. He's the last person I want to talk to about that.

'Jee Calum, this is quite a wound what happened?' 'I got followed and he made me trip,' I explain.
'You got followed? YOU?'
'Yes.. haven't you seen the interview my dad did, I thought the whole country did.'
'I let someone watch it for me and tell me if something interesting was told. So I guess someone is getting fired.'
'Well.. he mentioned me,' I explain.
'Oh.. that sucks.'

'Okay I'm going to clean it with a damp cloth first.'

He moves behind me to get one and once he turns back he freezes in place.. he saw it.

'Is this why you didn't want to take off your clothes?' He asks quietly.
I nod as an answer.
'Damn.. how did you get them?'
'Do you want me to break down again like I did last week?' I murmur.
'No but I at least want to know what made them,' I feel his fingers trace a few of them, 'This are pretty unusual scars.' 'Whips.. belts.. anything else you can imagine,' I whisper.
'I didn't know you were that kinky.'
'Levi!' I groan.
'Alright no time for jokes, calm down.'

He starts cleaning the dirt off my shoulder.

'How old were you?'
'16, 17 and 18,' I mumble.. I really do not want to talk about it.
'As in three times or as in three whole years?'
'Three years.' 'Damn.'

'Who do I need to murder?' He asks.