Hello toys and squirrels sorry for being an awful author who hasnt updated in 6 months. I'm really sorry BUT we are about 2 chapters away from the close of this adventure. Thank you for holding on with me. Currently writing 16(which should be the finale but these stories have a mind of their own) and the Epilogue. Thank you all SO much this is too date my most popular story.

Disclaimer:...I don't wanna talk about it...its hurts me

Chapter 15

I hadn't moved since Axel walked out, I was just laying there waiting and thinking. The way I saw it, he'd have to come back eventually I mean after all the room was where he slept. So I just waited, it wasn't like there was anything I was doing. I couldn't sleep, I felt like hell and a few times I felt myself on the verge on tears. Hours passed, maybe three more like four. I wondered would it have just been easier to make up bullshit story about my life. He had probably heard that story and went and threw up, I probably would have thrown up. To know that a human being that disgusting was right in front him.. He probably envisioned me all covered in blood, he thought I was some kind of sadistic disgusting person. And if it were anybody else I would not have cared but it was Axel.

Axel mattered.

As soon as that thought registered in my brain I felt myself getting nauseous and light headed. I jumped up with my feet hitting the cold tile, I clutched my sides and ran for the trashcan right in front of the door before doubling over and waiting for the inevitable. I felt the walls of my mouth drip with spit as my stomach contracted over and over sending everything up so forceful that tears came to my eyes. The very thought that I had destroyed the only functioning relationship I had that mattered physically made me sick. The idea that he was conjuring all type of stories in his head made me sick, the fact that somebody actually knew who I was and what I was made me fucking sick. I stood over the trashcan for a little while longer letting the remnants finish falling from my mouth and the spinning in my head to slow to a stop.

I stood back up slowly sighing. It had been hours where the hell was he? Why wasn't he back, even if he didn't want to see me he had to come back to this room. He slept in here. I don't get it. Panic began to set in as I thought about the only other place he could be, but him getting himself sent to solitary just to avoid me seemed a little extreme. That couldn't happen. I couldn't imagine him going through all this just to avoid me. I felt my stomach tensing up again.

I bent back over the trash can feeling that same feeling just before I threw up again. With there being almost nothing in my stomach it was mainly just liquid and painful retching. It finally stopped and I stood up again. I felt like hell. Sighing I slowly reached for the doorknob and slowly walked down the hall to the bathroom. I held my head under the faucet letting the mildly cool water run into my mouth to rinse it out.

What the fuck was happening to me?

I gulped in more water and spit it back into the sink before standing up to look in the mirror. I sighed and brushed back my hair which was lacking its normal spike and looked a little limp. I bent back down splashing water on my face. Sighing one more time I wiped my face dry with the rough paper towels from the dispenser and headed back down the hall towards my room when I stopped, and just shook my head. The door was open and I was positive that meant Axel was in there. Suddenly I wished he hadn't come back, I didn't see this going anywhere good. I walked into the room and of course in the darkness there was Axel and his glowing eyes and hair.

He looked up at me but didn't say anything. I scratched the back of my head and coughed lightly and he just kept staring with this relentless glare. I coughed lightly feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable. I leaned against the wall not wanting to go any further into the room.

He tilted his head but didn't say anything, so I guess he wasn't going to. I coughed again more or less testing my throat. He wasn't going to speak first he was too damn stubborn. But why, hadn't I done enough talking for years, I never wanted to open my fucking mouth again. I opened my mouth to speak but instead just rolled my shoulder back and sighed. Letting out another shaky breath I looked up and my eyes met his, his face was blank and impatient.

I put my head down running my fingers through my hair.

"Axel-"

"You don't actually have to talk." he said "I just wanted to see how long it would take."

I looked up at him both angry and relieved then he flashed this dumb ass smile and I was just happy.

"We shouldn't talk, were not cut out for talking. Not seriously at least. I say we stick to sarcasm and sex."

I raised an eyebrow.

"We'll get to the second later."

I was glad it was dark because I was sure my face was heating up.

"So were good?" I questioned my voice still sounding uncertain and little weak.

"Yeah Roxy yeah...its just." He shook his head "Yeah were good."

I sighed again looking up at him "So now what?"

He held out his arms and motioned for me to come over, slowly I walked to him climbing on the bed into his lap with my head on his chest.

My question wouldn't be answered until the next morning.

A/N: Yeah yup more loose ends and cliff hangers. I feel like you guys are sharpening your knives planning my death. Anyway. Almost done 16. Don't kill me!