Axel's Daisy

11 • Axel

  I hated the fucking tubes attached to the mask that covered my mouth. I hated the white walls that surrounded me. I hated uninvited people that waited against the ugly white walls.

  As I unloaded my hatred the moment I opened my eyes and nobody noticed, the last thing I expected to see was my mom and Scott, the man she traded me for.

  I wanted them to fuck off.

   My livid state made the heart monitor beside me beep increasingly, which alerted them that I was awake. I wished I could thrash or damage things, but my body was as still as a statue and my head felt like it got banged by a metal door. I had to endure their sight on the side of the terrible hospital bed. I couldn't even clench my fist, I hated how I felt helpless and what I hated more than that was the way mom looked at me like I was a charity case.

   At least I was able to frown at her and she backed away a litle.

   "The doctor will be right here in a minute." Scott's voice riled me up even more. I was seconds away from turning lunatic when I willed myself to sit up and break his nose.

   "Thanks Scott," she said with her softest voice, as if he casted a spell on her as she looked at him lovingly — scratch that, I needed to get out of here. Then, she averted her eyes to mine, "I have dealt with your anger issues three years now, and enough is enough. Your dad is dead. You need to stop acting like a brat and you will be staying with us." She had the guts to speak to me like that in front of Scott.

   All hell broke loose when I grabbed the glass of water and threw it against the wall as mom yelped and Scott went to her side.

   I removed the mask as soon as the doctor and nurses came.

   "Get them out of here. Right now." I seethed, hot blazing fury coursed through me to the point where I thought about murdering them. I didn't want them in my life, not now and forever.

   The nurses escorted her and Scott out, and I took a breather when I touched the side of my temple. The doctor told the staff to clean the mess. His stern face was better than mom's face, that was for sure.

"Thank your stars that the car behind you didn't crash yours."

"What car?"

  I didn't recall a single thing, my mind went haywire and the doctor held my shoulder as he looked at me.

   "It was a BMW, but the girls are alright. You will be out in an hour before the storm, there's nothing serious with you." He scribbled on his notepad as he stated. After he checked my vitals, he took out the needle from the top of my hand before he went out to the nurses outside.

   "Daisy." I croaked but it came out as a bare whisper.

    I didn't want to admit it, it probably showed on my face how much I missed her around me. She gnawed on her bottom lip in worry when she came from behind the the cleaner, who took out the shards from the floor before he walked out as well.

   It was just me and her in the room.

   She rigidly neared me in her usual casual dress, this time it was an off white one that had flowers on it. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had tired lines that drew themselves on her forehead.

   "Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked.

   "Much better," because I heard your voice. I wanted to say but I didn't want her to be on edge around me. So I rambled, "so the doctor told me that there were girls behind me and that they were fine...and if it wasn't for them, I would be dead meat-"

   "It was us."

   "And then a car beside me—wait, what?"

   She nodded in apprehension before she looked elsewhere, then back to me.

   "But don't worry, we are fine." She dismissed it and I blamed myself because I suddenly stopped my car when I had a panic attack during the way.

    It was always my fault.

   I patted the space on my bed next to me, "come here, let's talk before my friends get here." I suggested as an invitation, and I could tell what happened between us affected her when she stood for a moment.

   I grinned when she lost her own war and laid her back down, her head against the pillow next to me. She had a flowery scent on her and I intentionally sniffed it as she laughed at me, playfully backed away for a bit and came to her position.

   "What happened to you?" She asked.

   "Nothing, I just had some problems to deal with."

   "Oh, okay."

   I gazed at her in surprise.

   "Wait, that's it? Aren't you going to ask me for the details?"

   "Well, you will answer me when you want to someday." She entailed.

   "Someday, Daisy, someday." I winked while she snickered at me, her head leaned on my shoulder and I rested my head on top of hers.

   Brady's laughter could be heard at the end of the hallway and it kind of sucked because I wanted to spend time with her.