Axel

A few minutes pass, he has his forehead resting on my hip; his lips resting on our joined hands. I can feel his mouth moving, warm breath caressing my skin but I can’t make out his whispered words. “Izzy, please wake up. Please, please Princess.” I don’t know what shocks me more, his gentle pleading or the single warm tear that hits my hand.



I don’t know how long we pass time just like that, a few of the others come and go asking Axel some questions, asking if he wants to leave and take a break. The cops come to see if I woke up yet, nurses come and check my I.V. bags and vitals. All the while, I am struggling to make my body listen; to wake up.



Dee is back in the room, I think Beck, and Greg. To my horror they are discussing the abuse I lived. I can hear Dee explaining to Axel what happened that night she came to save me, telling him how long I was forced to stay in the hospital to heal, and how much worse the injuries had been then.



“Jesus fucking Christ.” I hear Axel say when she tells him how many bones I had broken then. He starts to speak but stops short when I finally force a whisper past my lips.



“Dee…”



“Oh God,” she cries out before rushing over to my side. I crack open my left eye and take in her face. She’s a mess, mascara running down her cheeks, her eyes are red rimmed and swollen. With just the sound of my voice she is a blubbering fool. “Oh, Iz…I was so scared!”



“Okay, I’m…okay.” I look around the room and notice that it isn’t just Dee, Beck and Greg that Axel was speaking to but Maddox and Coop are standing off to the side, faces set in stone. When I meet Axel’s eyes they are bright and full of compassion.



“Hey Princess.” That’s all it takes for me to join Dee in a fit of hysterical crying.



The nurses come in shortly after and start checking all the machines, poking around my body, changing the dressing on my head and applying some ointment to my right eye. A doctor that looks like he is well past time for retirement comes in next and attempts to clear the room to discuss my injuries but Axel puts his foot down again and refuses to budge. The fight would be futile, so I just shake my head and wait for the doctor to go over everything.



“Ms. West,” he begins, looking over at Axel with worry. He must assume that he is the reason for my injuries. “How are you feeling?”



Even though I know it’s going to hurt like a bitch, I can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles up.



“Like I was hit by a truck, thrown a few feet, then run over by a bus.”



“Well. This is no joking matter, Ms. West. I understand that you had an altercation late yesterday evening?” Did he just say yesterday?



“Um…yes. Yes, Sir. My ex-husband.”



“Right. I’m going to let you go home later this afternoon. I was assured by your roommate, Ms. Roberts, that you will be monitored and she will return you to the emergency room with any signs of concern. She has the list of what to watch out for. You need to keep your head dry for the next 48 hours. After washing your hair, dry as best as you can. Your back needs ointment applied every six hours. Keep the open wounds covered and watch for signs of infection. I’ve given her all the prescriptions for your home care. Antibiotics, as well as some pain medication. Do you have any questions?” Obviously grandpa doesn’t specialize in bedside cheer.



“No, Sir.”



“Ms. Roberts has already signed all of your discharge paperwork. Try to be more careful in the future, Ms. West.” That earns a low growl from Axel. I squeeze his hand to make sure he keeps his mouth shut.



Five hours later, I am being wheeled out to the entrance and loaded up into Axel’s monster truck. Dee has already left with Beck and Greg to go get my medication filled. Maddox and Coop climb into the back and we head off, away from the disgusting smell of death.



A few minutes down the road I realize we aren’t headed in the right direction of my house. “Axel, where are you going?” I roll my head to the side with the help of the backrest and look over at him with my one good eye.



“My house,” he replies as calm as can be.



“I don’t want to fight with you, Ax. Please take me home. Dee can take care of me just fine.”



“Not taking you back there, Princess. Not until I know that fucker is no threat.”



“Take me home, Ax. Please. Just take me home.” Tears start to prickle against my lids; if I had the energy I would probably be throwing my attitude all over the cab of his truck.



“No.” That’s all I get in return.



“Axel. Take me home, now.”



“Izzy, get me now, that motherfucker walked up to your door. Walked right up. There were three trucks in the driveway, not to mention Maddox’s bike right up against the walkway. He walked right up to your door like there wasn’t a problem in his life, attacked you right under our noses,” he is gripping the steering wheel so tight, I start to worry he might snap it right off, “I will not send you back into a house that he has no fear of strolling right up to and risk him put his hands on you again. No, not fucking happening.” He looks over at me and his eyes are blazing, his nostrils are flaring and I can see the blood pounding through his veins. He looks like a rabid beast. “Never again will I allow you to be harmed when I can do something about it, so pitch your fit another time.”



“Please…”



That earns me another harsh snap of his neck and death glare. “NO!” he booms.



Sighing deeply, “Maddox?”



“Yeah, girl?” His grumbled response comes from behind me.



“Take me with you, please?”



He pauses for a second and I can feel the vibes coming off Axel go from pissed to nuclear, “Yeah, girl.”



“Thanks, Mad.”



“Fuck!” Axel bites out, slamming his fist against the wheel. “We will have words later, Locke.”



Other than Coop’s soft laughter, the rest of the ride back to Axel’s is passed in tense silence.



Chapter 13



I’ve been at Maddox’s apartment for two days now. When we first got here, he set me up in the guest room and spent the night watching stupid reality TV with me. He helps me keep my wounds clean and dressed and makes sure I take my medication when needed. Surprisingly, he is a great nurse. What I hadn’t expected was the late night screaming waking me up from his room. I know he has demons but I didn’t realize they were this bad. It was almost like we have an unspoken pact not to speak of his late night terror.



Axel has been a daily guest, as well. He isn’t happy about losing control of the situation, but I’m not sure I could handle being in his space for so long. Coop and Beck left to drive back to Bakersville and check on Brandon’s whereabouts. We get a call early this morning from the detectives on my case; Brandon has an alibi. His girlfriend says he spent the weekend at her house, in her bed. There isn’t much more they can do with him having a witness backing up his story. I have to admit, at this point I don’t feel safe going back home but I know my welcome is becoming an issue with Maddox. It isn’t that he doesn’t want me here, but that he fears me being here.



I can’t understand his fear. He lives in a secure apartment complex, doorman at the entrance and a security system that would put the pentagon to shame. His house is probably the safest place for me to be. No, his fear seems to be related to whatever demons plague him at night. Demons that he doesn’t want anyone to know about.



We sit down for dinner on night two, when I decide to ask him.



“Hey, Mad? Can I ask you something?” I ask him hesitantly.



“Yeah girl, you can ask but that doesn’t mean I’m going to answer.” He looks over and despite his teasing, I can see the wariness behind his eyes.



“I know, I just—I just want you to know I’m here if you want to talk. I hear you, you know? I know what it’s like to have your nightmares chase you out of your dreams. I guess I just wanted to know if you wanted to talk about it?” I keep my eyes level with him, wanting him to know that even with my problems, I can take on his issues. I want to help; I want to be there for my friend.



“Nothing for you to worry about, girl. Things better left alone, yeah?”



“Alright, Mad. But, if you want to talk, I’m here.” I pick up my fork and return to my salad.



“Izzy?” He asks. He startles me, not because I can hear the question coming, but because I don’t think I have ever heard him call me my name.



“Maddox?” I tease.



“What happened between you and Reid?” He looks at me with concern written all over his face. Sympathy for my situation and compassion for me and my pain. I don’t know what makes me open my mouth, but I know whatever demons chase me, his are worse. For once, I don’t feel the stabbing pain that normally comes with thinking about the old Axel and Izzy. For the first time, I want to talk to someone, want to have someone else understand why I am firm on keeping him at arm’s length.



“Alright,” I start, placing my fork back on the table and pushing back in my chair, “how long have you known Axel?”



“Close to ten years. I know about you, he used to talk. I just don’t understand how you are the same girl he always talked about. I can’t seem to understand his anger and your heartbreak.”



“Ten years, huh? So not long after he joined. Did you know I was supposed to be by his side ten years ago? We had it all planned out, like stupid kids, we thought that nothing would ever get in the way of our stupid plans. I was seventeen when he left for basic, still had one more year of school left but he was coming back. I had this tiny speck of a diamond promise ring from him, so tiny you couldn’t even really see it was there…but that ring was worth more to me than all the riches in the world. He left for basic and was coming back for a visit a few months later. The plan was for me to make it to graduation, then we would have a small wedding and I would join him wherever the Marines took him. He broke those plans, broke them and never looked back.” I stop picking at the table and look up to meet Maddox’s blank stare.



“He broke them?” He calmly asks.



“Yeah; never came back to me.” I can feel the emotion start choking me, but I am determined not to go there.



“Izzy, you’re sure? He never came back home?” He seems so confused by this.



“I don’t know if he ever came back home.” I start, earning another confused frown from Maddox. “Two weeks after he left, my parents were killed, drunk driver. Still being a minor and with no other local family, I was sent to my grandparents in North Carolina.”



“Did Reid, Axel…did Axel know this?”



“Yes, he would have known about my parents the second he rolled back into town. Small town living means everyone is always in your business. There is no way he didn’t know about their passing.”



“Not what I mean, girl. Did he know where you were?”



“Um, yes. I left my grandparents address with his foster mother. I wrote him and wrote and wrote some more to the base he was supposed to be stationed at, but all the letters came back to me. June, his foster mother, she had all my contact information. It wasn’t like I was hiding, Maddox.”