XXIII
Axel's P.O.V.
"I'm gonna murder you. Trust me. As soon as I get out of this shit hole. If you can violate my fucking human rights, I'll violate yours and shot a bullet through your hairy fucking asshole." I threaten the security guard, not having the power to scream any more, and he doesn't wince either. Over the past day, he's heard much worse threats come out of my mouth - they're all making my situation worse, but I cannot help myself - all I can see is Sophie screaming in pain in the hospital, losing our baby and me not being able to be there for her because of my shit habits and shit history.
That's the thing about trying to get better - you can't. One way or another your past is going to come bite you in your fucking ass no matter if you would never do stupid shit again, and it's going to ruin every single fucking good thing in your life.
And they wonder why prisoners always return to prison after being let out.
I grip the bars harder in my hands, before letting go and sitting down on the uncomfortable mattress. I bury my head in my palms, feeling wetness on them from the tears that have been escaping constantly throughout the past day.
You've turned into such a fucking pussy, it's pathetic.
I ignore the voice inside my head, and look up, hearing two pairs of feet approaching - could it be-?
My hopes go down the drain when Amber and Liam turn around the corner instead of Sophie, but I still feel some sort of happiness seeing my sister's face after so long - something I've never felt before when seeing her face.
"Heiya, lil' bro. Got yourself in trouble again, I see?" she greets me and I smile. "When do I not get myself in trouble?" I ask, a small smile playing on my face and she sighs, shaking her head.
"I came to do you a favour." she tells me and hands over a folded piece of paper. Frowning in confusion, I take it. "What's this?"
"A letter. From Sophie. She's awake and all and isn't too bad, but she decided to stay in the hospital for the sake of the baby. That's why I brought you her letter instead of her." she grins and I feel like I wanna kiss and hug her at the same time.
"Thanks. This, this really means a lot." I gulp and Liam shifts on his feet awkwardly. "Axel, I haven't thanked you properly yet for the-".
"It's fine, don't worry 'bout it." I cut off his sappy thanks, rubbing my tattooed arm. I'd rather cut off my ears than have to listen to that shit. "I'm sure you'd do the same for me and Sophie, if, you know, Sophie was your sister and you had an extra house."
"Sophie is as close to me as if she was my sister, so-"
"She's still closer to me, don't make it seem as if you two have some special fucking bond." I glare and he glares back.
"Obviously. I didn't put a baby inside of her." he rolls his eyes.
I open my mouth to reply to his shitty statement, but Amber prevents it. "Shut up, both of you. Yeez, Axel, he can't even thank you? Get it together, you're becoming a fucking father soon, not the time anymore to act like a kid."
I let out a deep breath and sit on my mattress. She's right, I know, but I won't admit it.
"Anything else you wanted to argue about with me today? I give a you a fucking house and you still come on a shitty fucking day to argue with my ass. Thanks a lot, I appreciate it.".
Liam doesn't say anything to that, and Amber just rolls her eyes. "Read the letter. I put my number in there if you need me. We'll be leaving now. Bye, dick."
Keeping my mouth shut as I watch them leave, my being slowly fills with self-hate; they actually took the effort to see me and I couldn't help but become an asshole about it. With a deep breath, I open the letter.
Dear Axel, I'm sorry that I couldn't be there to visit you today.
The doctors told me that my pregnancy is becoming more problematic with each passing day and advised me to stay in hospital for as long as possible, maybe even till the baby is born.
I decided to take up their advice, it's the best I can do right now.
Amber and Liam told me that you gave them your own house and I'm honestly so happy about that, but why didn't you tell me? You know I would be enthusiastic about the idea. We're partners - you can tell me anything and I'm here to help with your problems and support your decisions, that's what relationships are all about; not being alone.
I love you very very much and that's why I have a favour to ask of you. Do good for yourself - stop causing riot. It's not going to help you in any way, but it will probably get you in even more trouble.
With love, Sophie.