Chapter Twenty-Nine
I slammed my bedroom door shut. If my mother was home, she’d probably killed me for making so much noise like a ranting child. I grabbed one of my fluffy pillow and punched it as hard as I could with Axel’s face on my mind.
I hate him! I freaking hate him! He didn’t even try to stop me or follow me when I walked out on him. He just stood there standing like a moron. I just… I just wanted to help him.
I lied on my bed and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly then sighed as soon as I got tired of torturing my poor defenseless pillow. Somewhere in my heart, I hope that the reason he didn’t follow me is because he took my advice and talked to his mother. I’ll forgive him if that was his reason. They deserve to be happy; both of them. I just wish he would listen a
