Chapter 23. Take Me.

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Addison's POV

It's been a week since I heard from Axle, Scarlett says he's been busy trying to find a different job and part of me is afraid to see him but I have to see him I have to tell him how sorry I am.

I grab my key's and quietly sneak out the back door. Once I get into the Challenger I start it and pull out of the driveway. I had texted Scar earlier to leave the door unlocked for me so I could get in and see Axle.

Once I pull up to her house the light's are mostly off, I turn the car off and jump out into the rain running for the house. By the time I get into the house I'm soaked because it'd been raining so hard.

I quietly make my way up the stairs breathing heavily partly from running partly from being nervous. Once I reach his door I open it carefully, just as I shut the door and turn around Axle comes out of his bathroom in just short's.

 Once I reach his door I open it carefully, just as I shut the door and turn around Axle comes out of his bathroom in just short's

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He stares at me for a long moment but doesn't speak.

"Ax." I whisper.

The pain in his eyes is unbearable, the regret in them physically burns me.

"What the hell are you doing here Addi?" He whispers looking away from me.

I step toward's him, he looks up at me as if a warning I stop rocking back on my heels, I shiver from the cold.

"I just wanted to..." I trail off looking away awkwardly not knowing what to even say.

I look back at him after taking a few deep breaths.

"I'm so sorry." I whisper shaking my head.

He shrugs. "It's fine Addi I didn't expect any less, actually I expected the cops to show up and they didn't so that is a plus."He says quietly.

"He can't turn you in Ax we didn't do anything." I whisper.

He arches his eyebrow questioningly at me as if to argue.

"I meant sex Axle." I say sternly.

He huffs and rolls his eyes running his hand's through his hair and clicks his tongue.

"It doesn't matter Addi, it isn't your fault. You didn't need to come here to apologize I'm not mad at you." He says softly. "I'm not mad at anyone, except for maybe myself a little." He admits.

"Mad at yourself for what?" I ask disbelieving.

He sighs and rolls his head in a circle, he shrugs then looks back to me. "For falling in love with you, even when I knew that I shouldn't." He whispers.

I run my hand through my wet tangled hair, and then turn away from him.

It takes me a long moment to let what he says sink in, I spin around angrily and stomp toward's him he leans away from me.

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