A Shoulder To Cry On.

Chapter Three

Everly quickly walked down the streets. As quick as her sore legs could carry her. She was crying. She was just beaten by her boyfriend and was racing to see Axl. They've known each other for a month now. And Everly had become very comfortable around him. 

She knocked on the door and Axl answered. "Ev, no, what happened?" He asked bringing her into his house. "I... It was my fault," Everly said. "No, Everly it wasn't your fault," Axl said softly as he brought Everly to his chest. "Sh, Ev, it's not your fault," Axl murmured. "Everythings my fault!" Everly yelled. "No, Ev, don't say that," Axl said running his hand through her hair.

Axl scooped her up and carried her to his room. He sat her on his bed and got a wet rag and some bandages and started cleaning her cuts. He softly sang to her. He bandaged her arm up and rose to his feet. Everly's clothes were bloody so he handed her an oversized shirt she could use as a nightgown. 

Axl sat on the bed waiting for Everly to come back. She crawled into bed beside him. "Axl?" She asked. "Hm?" Axl asked. "D-do you think I'm fat?" Everly asked. "No," Axl said. "Do you think I'm ugly?" Everly asked. "No," Axl said. Everly started crying. "What's wrong?" Axl asked. "What's wrong with me? My parents hate me, my boyfriend hates me, I have no friends!" Everly said. "I'm your friend," Axl said. "How long are you going to stay with a fuck up like me?" Everly asked. Axl wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to his chest. "Always and forever," Axl said. "And, Ev, you aren't a fuck up. You're my best friend. I should know." Everly smiled. "Thanks, Axl," she said snuggling closer to Axl's chest.  

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Axl woke up the next morning with Everly close beside him. His heart ached for her. He couldn't understand why someone would want to hurt someone like her. He couldn't stand why anyone would hate someone so beautiful. So perfect. So pure. Axl crawled out of bed without waking her and walked into the living room yawning. 

Axl made Everly some breakfast. He set it on the table and walked back to the bedroom. Everly was sitting up clutching the blanket to her chest. She looked scared. Like she had no idea where she was. "Calm down," Axl said. Everly jumped and her eyes widened. Then she saw who it was and she relaxed. Axl sat on the edge of the bed. "How do you feel?" He asked. "Hungry," Everly said. "There's food in the kitchen I just made some for you," Axl said. "Axl, you didn't have to do that. I could've made my own breakfast," Everly said. "I don't think I want you to. After that cake you fixed," Axl said. "You said it was good," Everly said. "I was lying because you were so sweet. It was really bad!" Axl said before breaking out laughing. Everly laughed too. "Okay, Gordan Ramsay! Let's see how good you can cook!" Everly said walking out of the room.