The Love We Found

Chapter 16

Before I actually start the chapter I just wanna say that it's over 31 handwritten pages and I wasn't done so I decided to split the chapter up into two chapters. It's not coming along the way I hoped but I needed to put a new chapter out! Sorry for the delay. I've been dealing with some personal things and just wasnt feeling motivated with writing, in fact I dreaded it. I'm so sorry it has taken so long but I am trying. Anyways just remember this is only really part one.

Axel's POV:

I woke up with a groan. My stomach was growling and I was starving. I was facing my window and I'm assuming its late afternoon because the sun was just starting to set. I rubbed my eyes, trying to relieve some of the burning. I'm exhausted, something I'm not really familiar with. I should have just called Grant and talked with him until I fell asleep. I know I had no idea I was going to have a rough day but my lack of sleep definitely didn't help. I slowly sat up, my body screaming in protest.

The clock on my nightstand read 6:45 pm. Didn't want to attempt walking on my leg as it was already throbbing in pain. I stood up, still wearing my jeans and T-shirt. I grabbed my crutches that were leaning against the wall by my bed, and attach them to my forearms. I sighed, I hated these things. I started towards my door, that was already open, heading down the hallway to the stairs.I slowly make my way down the stairs, I was only halfway down when the front door opened.

"Axel? What are you doing?" My Dad asked.

"I'm hungry. Ow... fuck." I said, as I slipped a little using my bad leg to catch myself. I got frustrated and lost my cool. I threw my crutches as hard as I could. "I CANT FUCKING DO ANYTHING RIGHT!" I yelled, sliding myself down to be sitting on the stairs.

My Dad dropped the bags in his hands as he came towards me. I could hear footsteps running from the kitchen as arms wrapped around me. I was curled in on myself and covering my face.

"Axel, it's okay. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything's okay." He said.

I started thrashing and trying to push him away. "It's not okay, I can't even walk down the fucking stairs. And and and I'm hungry and tired. And I mean really tired and I'm uncontrollably pissed. And I need something for the pain."

Okay, buddy, you gotta calm down. Lets take deep breaths then we can get you some food and sleep."

"DONT TELL ME WHAT I GOTTA DO! LET ME FUCKING GO!" I yelled.

"Hey, hey. Close your eyes, match my breathing. Just like we used to do.

I closed my eyes and strained to hear his slow even breaths over my shallow fast ones. Once I caught it I slowly was able to match his breathing. Only problem was I could feel myself starting to fall asleep. I was so tired my body was shutting down. I was starving though so I slowly opened my eyes.

"I'm gonna fall asleep." I whispered. I turned my head and noticed my father, Grant, and Abby standing at the bottom of the stairs. I groaned laying back against the stairs. "Grannnnttt." I whined.

"Whaaaaattt?" He replied.

I held my arms straight up and could hear his laugh before he walked up to me. He moved my legs to be open and stood between them before leaning down and letting me wrap my arms around his neck. He grabbed my waist and pulled me up letting my dad help me get situated.

Grant carried me into the kitchen and chuckled after placing me on the counter because I wouldn't let him go.

"Can one of you make him some food. He hasn't eaten today and should have since he's been taking Vicodin."