The TV was on in my parent’s room when I walked in the house. I slowly closed the door behind me.
“You’re back already?”
I jumped at the sound of Axel’s voice behind me. “What the fu—”
I slapped my hand over his mouth. “I don’t want Mom and Dad to know.” I paused. “Seriously.”
He nodded, and I moved my hand slowly away from his mouth, ready to slap it back if he started yelling again.
“Who did that to you?”
Axel was in protector mode. He reverted to it whenever I was hurt or being picked on. I prayed for patience. “Can you please find wherever Mom put the first aid stuff and meet me in my room?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. Yup. There was no way he’d let this one go, but he went in search of the kit anyway.
My shoulder was full on throbbing by the time I got upstairs. This night had
