Chapter 3: Chapter3
#Chapter3
Axel's POV
The wheels go round and round.
Not the wheels, those are not wheels you motherfucking idiot.
The blades on the propeller.
Yeah, that's better.
/"Come on, Jarvis, just get the fuck out of here already. I'm fucking tired./" the annoying whore behind the counter whines and I roll my eyes.
/"Would you shut the fuck up? I'm not drunk enough yet, give me another one./" I demand and push my empty glass towards her, but she raises her brows like she's a fucking idiot or something, and mumbles something that sounds like /"I don't even know what the fuck you're saying./"
Of course she's an idiot, she's a whore. How the fuck could she not be an idiot?
They're all whores.
Except her.
I groan out loud and cover my head with my arms.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, don't think about her.
Don't you fucking dare think about her, you fucking dick.
Visions of dark hair and blue eyes fill my mind for a horrible second, and it's like my subconcious smirks at me, saying too late. Pain fills me, every fucking cell of my body, and this isn't the good type of pain, no. This is the overwhelming, excruciating type of pain in me and I can't stop it, I can't, I can't, I can't, fuck. I stumble backwards, making my chair fall over and try to get the fuck out of there before I lash out on something.
/"What the fuck! Pay me you asshole! Come the fuck back here!/" she yells and I roll my eyes, making my way out quicker. It's kinda fucking hard because of the ten glasses of whiskey I just bottomed, but I manage it, stumbling into my car. I can just hear Sophie's voice in my head yelling at me not to get in the car drunk, but she's not here.
She left. She left me behind, and now I'm back to the fucked up piece of shit I was before. And she doesn't even care. She has a new, perfect life, without me there to fuck it up. I know perfectly fucking well that she left because of me, because she didn't want to face my issues every fucking day.
I want to hate her. I want to hate that fucking bitch, but I- I can't.
I groan and start driving, punching my steering wheel. Thank fuck there aren't many drivers on the road at two am. When I come home, I throw myself of the couch. I'm beyond fucking exhausted, but even if I'd be 10 times more exhausted, I wouldn't be able to fall asleep in the bed. Too many fucking memories.
Memories of her.
This is so fucking pathetic. It's been like a year or what but I still can't fucking forget her, how the fuck is that even possible? I could have just gone with her. Honestly, I don't even know why the fuck I didn't in the first place. Now, I don't even know why the fuck I'm alive. I don't have anything, not one single fucking thing left.
I dropped from school, my family is just a bunch of shitty fucks, I have no friends, I don't have her. All I have is alcohol right now. I reach out to feel if there is any sort of alcohol next to me, but I reach too far and fall off the couch. I don't bother to get up again. I see no reason why.
***
/"Come on, get your ass off the floor./" I faintly hear and feel hands trying to lift me up.
Sophie?
She was always there to save me or some shit.
/"No, it's Amber./" the voice says and I whine, and turn my head from the voice, feeling a ball rising up in my throat.
/"Fuck, Axel, how much did you drink again?/" she says softly.
Amber didn't yell something for once? Wow.
/"I don't know, leave me alone./" I grunt, but instead, she manages to sit me up on the couch.
/"No, I've had enough of this shit, Axel./" I groan. Here we go. /"I don't give a shit about what it takes, I'm not letting this go on anymore. We should probably just get our asses in a car and drive to Sophi-/"
/"Don't. Don't you fucking say her name./" I warn her, the voice that usually shuts people up.
I'm reminded that Amber isn't like most people. She narrows her eyes at me. /"Sophie. Sophia Watson, Axel, and don't you use that fucking tone with me. I'm here to help you and we both know that only she can drag you out of this sink hole you put yourself in./"
/"I don't want that./" I whine like a child.
/"Well I don't give a fuck!/" she yells back, right into my face. /"If I see you like this once more, I swear I'll lose it, Axel! You're still my goddamned brother, if you like it or not!/"
I give her the hardest glare I can muster, hoping that I'm actually looking into her eyes, the image all foggy because of alcohol. /"Why don't you just leave me alone and go save your own pathetic life./" I say, not really meaning the words, but I've had enough of people acting like I'm some sort of a mistake. She glares back before storming out, shutting the door behind her. I think I can hear her mutter something like /"fine, then save your own goddamned self./"
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone