Fighting Family

22

Axel's POV

I sighed as I stared at the wall in front of me. The walls were plain, white, and smooth but with my comforter pulled up to my ears, part of the wall turned blue. It was so much different than my room back at Mom's.

There wasn't any water damage on the ceiling or mold stuck in the corners that Wey and I could never seem to get rid of. No rotten food smell lingered in the air from the old food in the fridge. Now that Callum was around again and cared so deeply about spaces being cleaned there weren't any stains or dirty clothes piles on the floor. It was nice I guess. I liked not living in mold and water damage and rotten food but everything sucked right now and I just really missed home.

Wey hasn't spoken to me in days. Ever since our fight the most I had gotten from him had been a few glares and shoulder checks when I passed him in the halls. Even at school, I was ignored. He still sat next to me during class, but the second the bell rang, he bolted out the door and hid somewhere until we had the next class.

I missed my brother even if I was also mad at him. I knew I wasn't meant to hear it but his fight with Callum stuck in my mind.

'It's not my fault Axel is a fuck up!'

Those words have floated around my head since the second I heard them and I couldn't stop thinking about them.

Was I a fuck up? I mean, I fucked up a lot, maybe more than the average person but was that all I was? Is that all Weylyn saw me as?

My heart clenched at the thought as I pulled the blanket up higher to cover my face.

I wished I had just kept my fucking mouth shut. Who cares if Wey got something and I didn't? Maybe he was right. Maybe he deserved it and fuck ups like me don't.

The only reason I was mad was because he had told me to behave. He told me not to be a problem and to follow the rules and I listened! I hadn't started a fight with Callum since he told me to chill, I had done my homework despite the fact that I didn't want to, I smiled in classes and participated to try and keep Callum from having to come back up there for anything. Yet the second he's alone with Ryder, he breaks the rules out of nowhere and doesn't even think of me. I would have never allowed that. Even when I used to go shopping with our mom and she offered to get me a snack or drink, if she said I couldn't bring something back for Wey, I wouldn't get anything because I thought it wasn't fair but he didn't even think of trying to get me anything!

I liked Legos just as much as he liked books. I have been dying to get new sets the second Callum allowed me to get one and had gone out with Liam and Jax plenty of times to beg for a set but I didn't even try! Yet the second Ryder and Wey were alone they broke that rule.

I was trying my hardest to be a good kid, to not be a fuck up anymore because Wey said it would help Callum like us more again after the whole teacher thing and he ruins all of that in a matter of seconds just because he couldn't wait a few more weeks to get a new book.

It made me mad, sure, but every time I started getting mad over the situation, his words came back to me.

"It's not my fault that Axel is a fuck up!"

I groaned as I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

The train of thought kept circling and I couldn't get it to stop. From the second I got home from school until the second I went to bed, those thoughts were all that swam around in my head.

"Go away," I scoffed, ducking my head farther under the blankets when a knock came at my door. I knew better than to hope it was Weylyn and even if it was, I'm not sure I would have wanted to talk to him.

"Can I come in," Callum asked through the door. He sounded tired and I hated that Wey and I were probably the reason why. I sighed as I told him to come in, not wanting to make it worse while also not uncovering myself from the blankets.

"What are you doing," Callum asked softly as he sat down on the foot of the bed, being mindful of my legs.

"Lying down," I sighed, not bothering to hide my frustration. "Why are you in here?"