The Love We Found

Chapter 14

This is gonna be a time jump, his training will have just ended, there will be flashbacks to the training in some chapters so you honestly haven't missed much :)
-shelbeast

Grants POV:

Axel's training just finished up this weekend, and he's done good. For the most part. He will only call me daddy when we are at the club or he's been in time out, which has been a lot. His melt downs are happening more and more and I don't know if his meds are really doing their job. The last time he was punished, was because he flipped out on me for trying to get him to go into his toy room when his dad's were home.

I've been just doing time outs lately, but I think the punishments need to get harder, like spankings, and maybe a punishment fuck here and there, except we haven't had sex again. He won't let me see his body. I think it has to do with his scars and his knee. He also refuses to use the binky again, and everything seems a little AWOL with him.

Today his Dad's asked me to take him to his physical therapy, it will be the first time I go, and the first time he will go back since he was attacked at school. He was supposed to go back three weeks ago but he refused and would lock himself in his room. I am just pulling into his driveway and I can already hear him yelling.

I got out of my jeep and quickly made my way to the front door. I opened it in time to see him throw something before trying to make his way to the stairs. Problem being he has to walk by me to get to them. I grabbed him around the waist and picked him up as he tried to push by me.

"What is going on?" I asked.

"LET ME GO! I'M NOT GOING!" Axel yelled as he thrashed in my arms, in attempts to get me to put him down.

I sighed. "Baby, the only way you will ever play football again is if you get cleared by this guy, You need to go."

"I DONT FUCKING CARE! LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE."

"Grant has he been taking his meds?"

I nodded. "He has one every morning."

"I'm going to ask your mom to up the dosage. Clearly because he went so long without them they aren't working anymore."

"IM RIGHT FUCKING HERE. I CAN HEAR YOU. STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE IM NOT FUCKING HERE!"

"DO NOT SWEAR AGAIN, AXEL." I yelled.

He froze in my arms before he covered his face and slouched. I nodded at his dads and turned carrying him out the door and to my jeep. I opened the passenger side and placed him in the seat.

"Move your arm so I can buckle you right."

"I can do it." He whispered. Moving his arms and taking the seatbelt from me.

I shut his door and quickly made my way to the drivers side and got in. Once I was buckled, I started the car and backed out from his driveway. I glanced at him a few times. I wanted to ask what was with him lately but I didn't want to piss him off. He was glaring out the front windshield with his arms crossed. I waited until we were about five minutes away from the physical therapy place to ask him what was up.

"Axel, what's been up with you lately? Why do you not want to go?" I asked.

"It hurts."

"What hurts?"

"Everything. The physical therapy, my thoughts, the voices. Us." He ended in a whisper.

"We knew the physical therapy was going to hurt. The doctor warned us before hand. And after what happened a few weeks ago it might hurt more. When you hear the voices or have bad thoughts you have to tell me, you're just pulling away and acting out. That doesn't help tell me what's going on or how to help you. As for us, I don't know why that would be hurting you."