The Love We Found

Chapter 12

Axel's POV:

               Waking up I heard people talking in hushed voices, as well as beeping, that I took to be a heart monitor, as I was laying on a bed. The pain in my knee was slightly unbearable but I knew I couldn't tell anyone what actually happened. I wasn't a little bitch and I would handle it on my own, in my own time. Jaxon's the bitch. Hitting someone who was on crutches that can't fight back, and stomping on the knee they just had surgery on, makes you look like a pansy. 

                 My knee! I thought. My eyes shot open before I quickly sat up, looking at my knee propped up on a pillow wrapped in bloodied gauze. 

"Shit." I said with a groan. The quick action hurt my ass and jerked my knee. 

"Hey, baby boy, take it easy. You've been out for a while." My father said. Everyone was here. Abby, my dads, the twins and their parents, and the same doctor who did my surgery. 

"Daddy.... Is it okay?" I whispered. My eyes burning, a sign that I wanted to cry. 

"We need to do some X-rays to double check but this is a major setback in the healing process, you could end up with a permanent limp." He said.

"Ax, if we knew what really happened, we could help you better." 

"Oh, it, uh, was an accident. I hit it with my locker door that's all." I said avoiding everyone's faces. 

"You were 10 lockers away from yours and have a nice bruise on your face, are you sure that's the story you want to go with?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. 

"You weren't there, Grant. It's not a story, that's what happened, I swear." I said, feigning exasperation. 

"Whatever. I got somewhere I need to be. Text me what happens mom." Grant said, he hugged his parents and Madison before walking over to me. 

                I knew I had a hurt expression on my face so he sighed and leaned down quickly pecking my lips, not even giving me time to kiss back, before he pulled away and pressed a longer lingering kiss to my forehead. I watched him walk away feeling as though my heart was being ripped out of my chest. I hated when he was mad at me. When the door closed I could feel the tears fill my eyes before spilling over. I refused comfort from anyone because all I wanted was Grant.

Grant's POV: 

               I hated leaving Axel, especially after seeing how he looked when he thought I was mad at him. I mean believe me I'm furious, he lied to my face about what happened. He was lockers away from his, has a fist sized bruise on his face that wasn't there when he woke up this morning, and he was laying in the middle of the hallway. Someone attacked him and I'm willing to bet anything that it was Jaxon. The stupid fucking punk needs to learn not to touch what's mine.

               The reason I had to leave so quick after he woke up was because I've been in BDSM training for three years. I completed the submissive and dominant training two years ago, and have been exploring more paths a dominant should know. Currently Master Kyle who is a daddy Dom has been training me in how daddy Dom relationships work, even though his submissive is female, all littles are relatively the same, depending on what age group. 

              I got interested in Daddy Doms last year because Axel likes to act younger than he is and looks for a reaction. That much is painfully obvious. Cause he pouts when he doesn't get the reaction he wants. That is he only acts like that when he is on his meds, when he's not if you even suggest that he's younger then he is he takes it as a personal attack and lashes out at you. He also acts as if he hates being told what to do and having rules yet he thrives when he has a certain set of rules to follow and when he's told what to do. I mean he will probably push to see how far he can bend the rules before he's punished. But as Master Kyle says most littles do. They are really like children when they are in their little head space. Kids like to see how far they can push people before getting in trouble.