All Chapters of Dangerously His: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sophie's P.O.V.I rub my eyes, yawining. Unbelievably, I managed to stay up all night to study. It's morning now and I feel sick to my stomach with worry about Axel and the exam. Throughout the night, I sent him a few texts asking him if he's okay but he never replied and all I was left to do was hope for the best. I pull on the first clothes that I see, too tired to put effort and drag myself to the car, yelling a quick goodbye to Sonia and letting Wolf out of the house so he can pee. We had a fence around the house so that he wasn't able to escape.The ride to the school is nerve-wrecking and I keep repeating formulas in my head. When I arrive to the parking lot, however, I almost have a heart attack, seeing Axel stan

Sophie's P.O.V."Axel? Is that a blood stain?" I ask him again because of his lack of response.He seemed to have stiffened up completely, just looking at me with his mouth closed and I immediately know that it's definetly blood stain.Shit, what did he do now?I gulp, my hands starting to shake in slight panic at all the possibilities running around in my head. He could've gotten into a fight, most probably and it's either his or the other guy's blood. He could've fallen and injured himself.

The night sky above me is clear and filled with small shiny stars. It seems like the whole universe is at peace, except me.Do I go with him? Do I change my life again? Or do I stay? I have managed to survive without him, I could do it again probably even if I hated every second of my life.I groan out loud and put my head in my hands. What do I do?!"Don't stress yourself out so much, baby." Axel cooes and sits behind me on the balcony, each leg on my side, then he wraps his arms around me. We sit there in silence for a few more moments, before I sigh. "I love you, you know that, right?" I ask him and feel his lips on

Axel's P.O.V.Deep breaths.In, out. In, out.Come on. It's not like it's fucking hard.But it is, it is, it really fucking is.Still keeping my eyes shut, I refuse to move. I'm still, pretending not to be awake at the moment. Actually, I think I'm trying not to fucking be alive right now. I don't really want to breathe. It seems like it would be useless, kind of just prolonging the inevitable. I woke up half an hour ago without the f

Axel's P.O.V.Phone buzzing brings be out of the shitty sleep and dream I had. I groan and reach out with my hand, feeling for the fucking phone but instead touching something wet, cold and sticky.Fuck me, that's vomit.I pull back my fucking hand and groan. Fucking disgusting.Standing up, I run to the bathroom to empty out the rest of my stomach into the shitty toilet in this cheap hotel room. While vomiting my ass off because of all the alcohol consumed yesterday, pieces of her come back to me, like they always fucking do.