Love Me Better

5 | Disney & The Mouse

As we stayed in Miami more, I began to worry more and more each day. For my safety, and now his.

Sadly.

Every day, I could see Axel getting more, and more worried each day. Something I wouldn't expect from him. He puts a facade for me, but I knew he was getting worried slowly.

He was only worried because of his brother. Everyday they have been calling him but he hasn't been picking up. I'm surprised he hasn't put his phone to 'Do Not Disturb' yet.

I asked him last night, 'Why don't we just go back to Puerto Rico?' And his answer was 'Why? Don't you like Florida?'

I'm seriously starting to think it's his pride. That's the only reason he isn't going back to Puerto Rico yet. It just has to be his pride.

He's seriously an idiot.

We've done couple things together. Went to the beach, zoo, the aquarium, and a couple of restaurants. Stuff I never did with Dalian.

I would never to admit this out loud, but he was actually fun to hangout with. When he's not acting too crazy.

He was taking this 'fake dating' thing seriously. Did I mind? Not that much, not anymore as I first did. But I should hate him, I should really despise him.

Because that's all I know when it comes to the mafia world. I should hate him because he was against our mafia. Their mafia was trying to destroy us.

I'll be dead to my family once they found out about all of this.

My bruises were slowly fading away. Every night, he'll get me ice packs for my bruises. And he said he didn't care about me. That was such a lie.

"Have you ever dated someone before?" I blurted out. We were in the car, waiting for our food to be ready.

"Does casual flings count?" He asked, lighting up his cigarette.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "Roll down the window if you're going to smoke in the car and no, it doesn't count."

Axel rolled down his window on his side. "Then I haven't dated," he took a puff, blowing out the smoke.

I quickly rolled down my window. "Oh," I didn't know what to say about that.

"Mhm," he says before looking out the window.

Yeah, he was definitely acting different because of his brother— and the rest of his family.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looking up and down at him. I can't let him know I'm actually concerned. I shouldn't be.

He looked back at me and smiled. "Yeah, why?" He responds.

"Because you're acting weird. Too weird. I don't like it," I said.

"I think I'm drained. Not too drained to the point I'm an ass yet." He says before looking the other way, taking another puff of his cigarette.

I would've said a smart remark like, 'Your always an ass.' But I knew I couldn't say that. "Do you know what's draining you?" I said, even though I already knew the answer.

He shrugged, not saying anything.

Okay, I think I'm making things worse.

"How about we could go to an amusement park? It can take things off for a little bit," I said.

Really, an amusement park? What are we, five?

He looks at me, his eyes were glowing like a kid. "An amusement park?" He asks.