Freddi
Axel didn't tell me much of anything in regards to where we were going and I had no idea how I should dress for it.
Heather seemed to think that I should dress casual and comfortable, but also cute.
What the fuck did that mean?!
Unable to find an answer to my own question I paced around my room. My room.
In the days I had been there it had been my escape from all things Axel. His gorgeous emerald green eyes, his luscious brown hair, all of his damn sexiness.
Trying to avoid thinking about the giraffe height, man of sexiness, I made an attempt to distract myself.
Looking into the mirror, I traced the bags beneath my blue eyes. I hadn't been getting much sleep, I kept having nightmares of my father.
So much so that the thought of going to sleep at night terrified me.
In each dream, I was in that house again. I lay against the wall, waiting for him to come into my line of sight, as his voice was the first thing I hear. Loud and clear, as if it was really happening.
But in a way it was. The dreams scared me more than he ever had. I think it's because I knew I had no way of escaping the blows once they were aimed at me.
His voice was teasing me, taunting me, saying more frightening things in my head than I'd ever heard him say in real life.
I was hugging my knees to my chest rocking back and forth and trying to ignore the harsh words just a few feet away. If I curled up as small as I could, he'd go away. What a ridiculous thought!
Slowly, as if the dream became coated in molasses, or as if he wanted to savor the torture, he had his bat, swinging at each of my limbs. Breaking bones, as I moaned in pain.
Years ago I had learned not to scream, though I had learned that the hard way. Broken arms teach you a lesson no matter how small.
Don't climb trees without help. Be careful on your bike. Mine was, if you scream he only makes it worse, and I had done well to remember it.
Eventually, as though he had become bored with breaking my bones, he would toss the bat aside and reach for something he had only pointed at me once before.
His gun. That had me begging for my life. Pleading with him as he stood over me, dream-tears blurring my vision.
And then looking up into his blue eyes that resemble mine so much, they slowly change into an increasingly familiar pair of green ones.
My dream just... changed.
From scary to erotic, which in itself was completely terrifying. The setting changed from my old house to his bedroom. Axel was comforting me in my dreams just as he did after the party.
But his touches changed from comforting to rough, dragging me to my feet. All of my injuries were miraculously gone and he sat on the bed pulling me against him, grinding our hips against each other and kissing me with insistent fervor and passion.
I was drawn to him, even in my sleep, and I get the feeling that this dream wouldn't be the last.
I was pulled from my thoughts about Axel– by Axel. He walked in, freezing when he saw my scantily clad form. I was only wearing a pair of short shorts and a crop top.
I didn't make much of an effort towards my appearance, but I also tended to stay away from things that showed too much skin.
So, other than my party outfit, and the night I wore his T-shirt, this was probably the most he'd seen of my body.
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Romance"Do you have a boyfriend?" At this I had to laugh, I was one of the school's biggest nerds, I was never going to date anyone. That was a fact. "No. Have you met me?" I asked him, still laughing hysterically. "Why not?" Axel asked, his green eye...
