Chapter93

#Chapter93

Axel's P.O.V.

Phone buzzing brings be out of the shitty sleep and dream I had. I groan and reach out with my hand, feeling for the fucking phone but instead touching something wet, cold and sticky.

Fuck me, that's vomit.

I pull back my fucking hand and groan. Fucking disgusting.

Standing up, I run to the bathroom to empty out the rest of my stomach into the shitty toilet in this cheap hotel room. While vomiting my ass off because of all the alcohol consumed yesterday, pieces of her come back to me, like they always fucking do.

They can't fucking leave me alone, no, instead they torture me like I could never be physically tortured. They burn like melted iron inside my chest, whispering her name all over again.

Fuck.

I squeeze my eyes shut, hating the way I always find myself heartbroken and confused after her. This time, I know I really, really, screwed the fuck up and ruined my life.