Never Stop Fighting

Chapter 8

After bandaging my injuries, he put the box of medical supplies away. I pushed myself up to lean against the head board to make myself seem less vulnerable.

He walked through the bedroom and downstairs. I closed my eyes, now that he is gone and rolled my neck, trying to work out the kinks.

Axel walked back in and I gave him my deadliest glare. His step faltered when he saw me and I mentally smiled at his reaction.

   He composed himself and set the tray of food he'd been carrying, on the bed and sat across from me.

   "Here. I brought some fruit for you, so your stomach wouldn't get upset from eating too much too fast," he picked up the tray and sat it on my lap.

"You mean after you starved me," I gave him a pointed look and crossed my arms, keeping pressure away from my wrapped wrists.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead,"I didn't want to punish you so soon, but you brought it upon yourself. What were you even thinking when you tried to leave me."

"Oh. I don't know. Something along the lines of 'trying to escape from my kidnapper," sarcasm was dripping off of every word.

His face remained expressionless as he leaned back on his arms.

"Alright. Let me do some explaining and clear up some confusion," He looked over to me and waited for an answer. I nodded, curtly.

"The first time I saw you. I froze. Everything was frozen. Nothing moved. My body stopped moving and I couldn't tear my eyes off of you. You were perfect in every way. Your gorgeous blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun with a few flocks escaping. You had this mischievous look in your eye. I had been trying to figure out why you had that look and that's when you did it.

Times started again. And you called some guy over and when he reached you, you said,"Get ready."

Then the whole football team came out of bushes and trees spraying the guy with squirt guns that were filled with girly perfume. They surrounded him and had him totally soaked. When I look back over to you, you were on the ground laughing so hard you were crying. You were too busy laughing at your prank that you failed to realize the guy jumping on you and began tickling the snot out of you. That made me want to kill him for touching you," he was staring at the wall as he told the story.

I remembered that. I was pranking my best friend, Max. That was one year ago. I could still remember the smell of the perfume. It stayed on him for weeks and people were always giving him weird looks, which had me dying from laughing again.

"He asked if you were sorry and kept tickling you until you apologized. As I was watching, I saw him bend down until your lips touched. That pissed me off, but now that your here, nobody will  ever touch what is mine," his eyes were filled with possessiveness.

That story brought tears to my eyes. Max was my first kissed and also happened to be my boyfriend. I loved him with all my heart. I hadn't even thought about him since I've been kidnapped and that made me feel horrible.

"I am NOT yours, nor will I ever be," I looked him right in the eyes to convey my honesty.

"We'll see about that, babygirl-,"

"Stop calling me that!" I screamed at him.

He ignored me.