"Clean this place up by the time I get back home," my dad says before leaving.

I sigh and feel the scratch on my cheek. Last night he got mad because of something that happened at work and hit me with an empty beer bottle, causing me to get scratched deep. He forgot about it this morning because he asked what happened. I grab the dust bin and start to sweep all the trash on the floor he left. I can't get my mind off what happened a couple nights ago. I haven't had to go back to work since it's the weekend, but it's the only thing that's been on my mind. Eren saved me. Sure, that's one good thing out of the millions of bad things. I shake my head. Stop thinking about it, it's a one time thing. I wipe down the counters and the table and after put all the dishes in the dishwasher. Afterwards, I lay down on the couch sighing. I've been tryna save up money to move out, but so far, it's not happening any time soon. Also, if I leave, my dad will most likely die. Not that I care that much, but I'd rather not have to mail out funeral invitations. A knock at the front door knocks me out of my thoughts. I stand up and walk towards it confused. It's a Sunday Morning, who would come here. Everyone should be in church right now. I open the door and I almost fall down from who I see.

"Yo," Eren says inviting himself inside.

I look at him confused as he makes his way to the kitchen and opens the fridge. Why is he acting like this is his own place? What the fuck.

"Pops home?" he asks.

I shake my head, not being able to say anything. He opens the drawers, somehow knowing where everything is already.

"Have you been in here before?" I finally muster out.

He looks at me, searching my face. Then he shrugs. "Nah, I just guessed."

He walks over to the couch, eating his PB and J sandwhich.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

He looks up at me plainly and shrugs. "Dunno really."

I sigh in frustration. "Look Eren, we aren't friends, so why don't you go hang out with Mikasa or Armin."

At this he stands up and starts walking towards me. I back up, hitting the counter table. I gulp as he comes closer to me.

"You owe me don't you?" He says tracing my jawline with his finger. "For saving you the other day."

"If you want money or drugs, I can't give those to you," I say trying to be calm.

"Then pay me with your body," he smirks dropping his finger to my chest and moving closer to my cleavage.

I grab his hand before he goes to the crevice of my boobs. "Stop."

I look at his eyes, serious with my words. After a few minutes, he chuckles and moves away from me.

"You are the only girl to resist me like that," he says leaning against the wall.

"Well I can see past your BS since I know what type of person you really are," I say back.

I notice the smile on his face falter. He scratches the back of his neck. "You know about what happened-"

He gets cut off by his phone ringing. He sighs and picks it up.

"Yeah?" He answers.

After a few minutes of silence, he rolls his eyes. "I'm busy right now Mikasa."

Oh, that bitch. I visibly grimace causing him to smirk.

"Yeah, sure, sure," he says hardly paying attention to his call.

He hangs up the phone and looks at me. "You really don't like her, do you?"

I look at him as if he was stupid. "I didn't even do anything to her and she attacks me. How do you even keep her tame?"

"Fuck her into submission," he says calmly causing me to cringe.

"I didn't need to know that," I say.

"Why, you jealous?" he teases.

"Far from it. How do you not have any diseases down there," I say going to the fridge to grab a water bottle.

"It's called being clean princess," he says, "I do have hygiene."

He leans down on the counter looking up at me. I don't know why, but I feel my cheeks heat up. I quickly turn around. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what? I'm just looking at you," he says.

I turn around and throw a water bottle at him, but he catches it in the air.

"Just so you know, what I said yesterday hasn't changed," I say.

"Why don't you just murder me right now?" he says. "No one's around."

"Because I'm not going to kill someone at my own home, that'd be too much clean up. And plus, I'm on watch by the cops right now," I say.

"Oh, so that's what that car is there for," he says referring to the consipicious toyota in the front.

I nod. "They used to have a guy come in the front to watch my dad, too, back when I was in highschool."

"Why don't you just go move in with your mom?" Eren asks.

I freeze for a moment. I take a few calming breaths and I squeeze my palm. "She has her own family, I'd just be an extra. I haven't seen her in years."

I notice Eren stay quiet. Then after a few awkward minutes, he straightens up.

"I gotta go, Mikasa needs me for something. I'll see you around princess," he says winking at me.

"Stop calling me that," I say.

He waves to me before walking out. I feel myself immediately relax. That brat always puts me on edge.