Weakness doesn't suit you
It took me a while of drifting in and out of consciousness to finally get a grip on my senses. When I managed to finally pull myself out of the fog, I opened my eyes to a room that smelled slightly musty and old and looked about as clean as it smelled. I blinked a few times and finally sat up, biting back a moan at the pounding in my head and looking down at where I was. I had been lying on a futon that had been shoved into a corner of a nearly empty room. There was a dresser in a corner and the window was barred shut. I closed my eyes tight once again, hoping to wake up and find this all a dream but reality crashed down on me when my eyes opened once more.
I knew this room. I knew it all too well, I could still see a stain in the carpet by the dresser from where he had hit my head against it and left me there bleeding one time. I bit my tongue in the hopes that would stop the tears from coming and when I tried to stand up, I was shaking slightly. This is what he did to me; he terrified me.
He tried to rape me. He’d put my brother in a coma. And I used to love him with all I had. The thought sickened me and I thought for a moment I was going to throw up, but there was nothing in my stomach to come up.
I sat back down on the bed and tried to curl into a ball in the corner that connected against the wall. I didn’t know what else to do, he wasn’t stupid. The door was locked; it always had been in the past. I could only sit and wait for him.
The anxiety probably made the wait seem longer, but I felt trapped in some timeless zone until the door opened. I tried to control my breathing from hyperventilation, but I couldn’t stop the sharp inhale that came at the sight of him and judging by the widening of the smirk on his face, he had heard me.
I stared at the face that I was so familiar with, the jagged angles of his cheekbones, the dark circles under his eyes that rather than making him seem exhausted rather added to his light blue eyes and made him seem dangerous. He was handsome, very much so, but in a strange way and in a way that was excessively masculine. There was no soft beauty in his features, it was all hard angles and dramatic contrasts. From the way his dark hair and light blue eyes clashed to the white scar that ran down his left cheek, standing as a stark change to his olive colored skin. It was the kind of face that one wouldn’t forget.
He calmly closed the door behind him and turned around, just staring at me. His eyes flitted across every inch of my balled up form. I desperately wanted to look away but found myself compelled to keep watch on him as my natural instincts refused to let me look away from the danger. Before I could process the movement, his long legs took a few giant steps forward and he reached a hand out and grabbed my ankle, pulling me forward on the bed and uncurling me from my position. I cried out in shock and jerked my leg away from him, but I quickly realized that he had allowed me to do that as his body was soon on top of mine.
He pressed his lips against mine and kissed me hungrily. My eyes widened in shock and I bucked against him, trying to get his body off of mine. I squealed slightly and finally managed to turn my head to the side, accidentally allowing him access to my neck.
“Stop it Axel!” I cried out, my fists pounding against his chest.
Immediately I felt him smile against my neck and he stopped kissing me. He slowly sat up on the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist to pull me up as well.
“There we go.” He whispered, his voice slightly breathless. “My babygirl had never been one to curl into a ball and give up, she had always been a fighter. Weakness doesn’t suit you.”
“You want me to fight?” I hissed at him. “Well how about you go fuck yourself.”
Axel quickly flicked his hand out and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my head, jerking my head back until I was looking straight up at his face with my head at a painful angle. I bit my lip to hold back a groan of pain and scrunched up my eyes slowly before they flickered open to look up at him. He was smirking down at me at the sight of my face, but the expression quickly fell off and was replaced with a scowl.
“I thought I had taught you something about loyalty.” He murmured.
Tears were filling my eyes at the pain from his grip on my hair and one trailed down my cheek. He reached a finger up and gently wiped it away, allowing his hand to linger on my cheek and stroke it with his rough thumb.
“I love you so much, do you know how much it hurts to see you falling for that runner Trey? That absolute fucking no one! I forgive you for the fact that he has connections to the Crucifixes, even if it’s fucking pathetic he hasn’t got the balls to join for good and is wishy-washy about it, but it’s lucky for you. If he’d been someone high up in their gang my hands would be squeezing the life out of this pretty throat of yours.”
He caressed the base of my neck with his hand and leaned down to press a kiss against the hollow of my throat, making me shiver in disgust. When he returned to looking into my eyes, they were hard, all the gentleness from the previous action completely erased.
“But now I want you to explain to me how you can be in love with some nobody over me!”
“I’m not-” I quickly tried to lie but was cut off with a harsh slap to my face. I cried out but couldn’t move away as he still had a grip on my hair.
“DON’T even try. I see the way you look at him, if you aren’t already in love with that deadbeat then you will be soon. Fucking whore.”
He backhanded me sharply at that last word making me yell out again. This time the tears coming from my eyes weren’t from the pain in my hair.
I think I was still in shock because I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t move. All I could do was lay there with the tears falling down and stare up at the ceiling. When he stroked his hands across my body I couldn’t even bring myself to do anything. The only relief I felt was when a knock came at the door and a voice called out to tell Axel he was needed.
He sighed in disappointment and reluctantly stood up. He stroked my hair back from my face and gave me a smile.
“Don’t worry, I have no plans to make love to you until we’re married.”
My breath caught in my chest and my eyes widened. Axel chuckled slightly. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips that I refused to react too before moving to whisper in my ear,
“But that’s going to happen sooner then you think.”
I opened my mouth to find out what the hell he was talking about, but no words came out. Axel gave me one last smirk before he got up and walked out the door, leaving me alone to feel dirty and disgusting. I covered my mouth with my hand to stifle the sudden sob that came out. I didn’t think it was possible to feel unworthy of loving someone, but suddenly I felt like I didn’t deserve to love Trey. I should have done more to try and stop Axel, but my body had frozen up on me. I had never felt so helpless.