CHAPTER 9
JAXON'S POV
I walked straight to the kitchen and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl, wiping sweat off my forehead with the sleeve of my shirt before biting into the fruit.
“Ugh” I screwed my face up in annoyance before looking at the fruit in disgust. It tasted like f*****g sandpaper against my tongue.
It wasn't the fruit though, it was meㅡ maybe my mood somehow influenced my taste buds but for some reason, this piece of crap didn't even appeal to me as it was.
She was in her room. I knew that. When had she come home? Sometime during the night when I wasn't home? Why hadn't she come outside of her room, was she fine?
Different questions ran through my head and I took another bite of the apple feeling annoyed as hell.
Oh jeez. I couldn't even go to her ward to see her. I
