Trouble is His Middle Name

Chapter 19

CHAPTER 19

A couple of days has passed after what had happened with Saxlon in his room.

In fact, eversince that day, I hardly see Saxlon anymore. He's always out of the house. The only time he is in the house is when it's past midnight.

It's rare to see my mom too. Shes always working late nowadays. Probably because she's preparing to go overseas in two days. While Saxlon and I stay with her boss.

I sigh heavily for the fourth time. Tracing my fingers on my guitar string, somehow calming me down.

It was almost three in the morning. And either my mom or Saxlon had entered the house.

Where are they?

I place my wooden guitar back to it's place, leaning on my creamy wall.

My hands make their way to my pocket, grabbing my mobile phone.

I dial Saxlon's number.

"Please pick up." I mumble to myself, or atleast, please be alright.

The beeping stopped. Sound of wind was heard.

"Saxlon," I breath out, overwhelmed that he had answered. "Are you alright?"

"Hello?" His smooth, huskily voice coming out so raw, making my heart pump more rapidly.

"H-how are you?" I ask. All thoughts of his voice washed away and was replaced with my concern for his well being.

"Tired."

I pause before answering. His voice wasn't usually this raw.

"Come home, Saxlon," Trying not to sound desperate but failing miserable, "please."

"Yeah, soon." The sound of the wind breezes, a muffle of girls laughter being heard.

Before I ask about where he is, he hangs up.

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"Oh my!" I gasp, opening the door for Saxlon after thirty minutes of waiting.

His beautiful oceanic eyes were puffed and red, his mouth looking bruised and as I stare at his chest, his black shirt was ripped with flowing blood, dripping down.

"Don't just stand here!" I scold, my own heart pumping rapidly, "get in."

Closing the door after he comes in, I run to the kitchen, grabbing many tissues and grabbing a bowl and filling it with tap water.

"Don't say anything." I sternly say, feeling his appearance behind me. "Sit on the couch."

I turn around, immediately seeing that he was already on the couch.

That was quick.

Sitting down next to him, I put the tissue in the water.

"Don't have to do this." He mumbles, staring at his hands that are covered in brusies. His long brown eyelashes in full view.

I pull the tissue out and place it firmly on his mouth. "I was worried."

He flinches, making me to losen my hold a little.

I start tapping a little with the tissue below his mouth. "It's already stressful not knowing where mom is at this hour."

"Call her."

I sigh, puting the tissue near my side, and placing a new one into the bowl of water. "I did. 23 times."

"Where were you?" I change the subject, "and what happened to you?"

"Was just eating." He mutters.

"No." I cross my arms. "Answer the question, Saxlon."

"Nah." He says, a smirk forming on his bruised, yet beautiful looking mouth.

It's been awhile since I saw him smirk.

"I can make you." I playfully add.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Who were the girls?" I blurt out, regretting it when his smirk drops.

His eyes look at mine, darkening by the second, the redness fading. "None of your fůcking buisness."

I try not to flinch with his swearing and new tone of voice. "It is since I'm cleaning you up."

He stands up. "Then don't fůcking do it."

I stand up too. "Saxlon -"

"Fůck off. " He walks away, not turning back to look at my teared up face.

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Authors Note:

Going to update more ! :) sorry for the wait

What do you think happened to Saxlon ?