V.

Tears start to form in my eyes at the thought of what just happened.

Nobody has ever talked to me like that; especially not implied rape on me. I'm a virgin, I've never even had a boyfriend so to say that I'm shocked is an understatement.

A silent grunt snaps me out of the transe I'm in and I immediately remember why I'm here.

Axel.

He looks horrible. There's a bruise starting to form around his right eye already, blood's oozing out of his nose and the corner of his mouth. The rest is covered with clothing but I know it can't be in a much better condition than his face.

"Oh god Axel, we need to take you to the hospital." I breathe out and lean down to him.

He quickly shakes his head. "No." cough "No hospital."

"But..." I try to object but he interrupts me.

"No hospital." he says with more force and winces, rolling on his back and putting his arm over his chest. "Just help me get up."

I frown, not liking the way he completely dismissed my idea, but because I know that he's not going to the hospital I keep my mouth closed and offer him a hand. He takes it and slowly starts to push himself up, making horrible noises.

I put my other hand on his back and a while later he's on his legs, leaning on me. It's actually surprising how I'm able to hold that much weight, I guess I'm too focused on helping him than on realizing how heavy he is.

"Where do you want me to take you?" I ask him, slightly stumbling to the left.

"Home." is the simple answer and I sigh.

"I don't know where you live, Axel."

He swallows. "I'll lead you. Go left."

I make a short step and he limps with me, his breath panted showing that he is in great pain.

"Axel I don't think..."

"Oh will you shut the fuck up." he says angrily. "I can make it."

I purse my lips, suddenly wanting to start to cry again. "You know, if you're going to be mean you can walk alone." I spit at him.

Seriously, I come to help him, stop the guys from hitting him, get him on his feet and he's going to act like this? It was stupid of me to even do all those things, on second thought. I don't know what I was thinking.

"Go around the corner here." he says quietly and I oblige, panting under his weight.

"Is it far?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Only about three more minutes."

And he wasn't lying. Soon we come to a two story, old building.

"Here we are." he says and coughs, pulling a key from the pocket of his tight black jeans.

He unlocks the doors and we slowly make our way in. "Home sweet home."

The place is surprisingly well kept. The hall is painted in white and there's a set of drawers on the right and a few pairs of shoes, all black, opposite the drawers, on the left. Above them are hangers. Down the hall there are two doorways opposite of each other and at the end there are stairs leading upstairs.

"This is the kitchen." he says as we pass the doorways, pointing to the left.

"And that is the living room." he points on the right. "But the bedroom is upstairs so let's go."

I roll my eyes at his bossyness. "We need to clean those wounds first so how about you tell me where the bathroom is?"

He glances at me. "Well it's also upstairs. Come."he says.

We barely make it through the stairs, him being the heavy pig that he is I almost give up halfway, but thankfully his stubborness overcomes my lack of willpower and in ten minutes he's sitting on the toilet lid in his bathroom.

It's very pretty; in fact all of it is and it makes me wonder what kind of job his parents have. They're probably doctors or something.

"Why aren't your parents home?" I ask him while holding his hand under running water. He doesn't even make a sound so I assume he's used to this. The thought tastes bitter in my mouth.

"None of your business." He replies and I purse my lips, stop washing his wounds and cross my arms over my chest. He looks up at me with the eye that is not swollen past ability to look and I can see from a mile that he's annoyed with me yet again. »I live alone. Fine?« he sighs.

"How can you afford this place then?" I ask.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you." he answers and I raise my brows.

He chuckles. "Kidding. My parents left this to me after they died." I gasp before I can stop myself.

"I'm sorry." I say and he frowns at me. "Stop that. I don't want your pity."

With that he rips his hand from mine and starts wiping it.

"It's not pity. It's offering support." I argue and he scoffs.

"Well I don't want your support."

I roll my eyes at him. "Whatever, Axel. I'm going to go now because you're being an ass." I say and stand up.

He scoffs again."Rather be an ass than be as pathetic as you."

I narrow my eyes. "Excuse me? This is the thanks I receive after saving and helping you? Wow, Axel aren't you just great."

"Let me point out that I didn't ask you for anything tonight, it was completely your fault that you got messed with those guys. I knew you were going to be clingy and annoying if I ever spoke to you the second I saw you."

I feel tears start to form in my eyes. "Go to hell, asshole." I seethe and storm out of that bathroom and that house. That night I cry myself to sleep.