His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Twenty

"These are what you hook it to," she showed the metal hooks and loops on the strap, "how about I show you outside of the shirt, and you can try it by yourself in the bathroom?"

I nodded, turning my back to her as she slipped the straps over my arms and clipped it in seconds.

"Just like that, then you can adjust it anyway you need if you don't want to keep taking it off. I will tell you, it's easier to have help. Just ask Axel and I'm sure he'll do it," she smiled, unhooking it and I took it off.

"I'll try," I agreed, taking the fabric into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.

I took the shirt off and slid the bra on, reaching back to clip it but couldn't. I felt myself getting frustrated so I took it off and analyzed it, wrapping it around myself backwards so I could see the clips, then I spun it around and slid my arms through the straps.

I looked in the mirror and grinned, opening the door and watching Whitney whip her head up from looking through the bags of clothes.

"You did it! You caught on a lot faster than I did, that's for sure," she laughed, pulling out clothes and waving them at me, "next step, get dressed!"

I walked up to her and examined the outfit, "I was already dressed."

She smiled, shaking her head, "it's okay to wear Axel's clothes, but you also should wear your own, especially for formal events. Luckily, you don't have to worry about that right now."

She handed me the clothes, "go try these on and we'll see how they look, if you don't like them we can try something else," she added, looking down at the bag in thought as I went back into the bathroom.

I changed into the outfit she chose then looked it over in the mirror. The bottoms were gray skin-tight, smooth shorts and the top was black, skin-tight, and sleeveless with merely thin straps over my shoulders.

I smiled at my reflection, turning to the side to see the bra Whitney helped me with made it seem like I actually had breasts, and regardless of the fact the shorts emphasized my flat behind, I liked it.

"Angel! Gabbie just told me Axel's back!"

After hearing her words, I felt butterflies swarm my stomach and I ripped open the door. She saw my smile and smiled back, hooking our arms and pulling me along.

I excitedly kept up, glancing at her with a quiet laugh which she shared, quickening her pace as if to challenge my speed. I remained by her side, quickening my pace that seemed to take her by surprise.

I like having friends.

We entered the mansion we were just in not that long ago and stopped running, noticing everyone around looked at us with wide eyes at our frantic movements.

"Danny!" She yelled, causing a male with jet-black hair to snap his head over and spin around upon hearing what I'm assuming is his name.

"Whitney!" He yelled back in the same tone.

"Is Axel in his office?" She asked, her voice lowering each step he took toward us and I took in his appearance.

He didn't look like he was just in trouble. If anything, he looked just as calm and relaxed as everyone else here.

Why did Blaine say they were?

"Yeah, he's with Gabbie and Blaine," he paused, his eyes drifting to me, "and who's your new friend?"

"Angelica, our Luna," she replied. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he bowed his head, a small smile taking place on his lips when he looked back up at me.

"It's awesome to finally see the girl he's been so dedicated to. You're all he talked about out there. I'd say you have him wrapped around your finger already. Everything he does is with the intention of pleasing you, you know," his smile turned into a grin, "it's so weird to see his change of heart, but I totally get it based on how hot you are. I hope to see you around, Luna."

The nicknames made me look down and Whitney moved closer to me, "thanks, but she's eager to see him so we should go," with that, she didn't wait for a response before pulling me along once more.

I felt nervous the more we walked, not remembering where the room was yet the feeling in my gut informed me it was close. I don't know why I am so anxious and I don't like it.

She pushed open a door and we entered a familiar room without any warning, causing everyone in it to stop and look at us. This made every one of my muscles tighten, nausea swirling inside me under their gazes. It felt as if they were only staring at me—that they were judging me.

"Tell them to stop," I whispered, clinging onto Whitney with my head hung low as I struggled to control my harsh breaths.

"What?" She asked, sounding shocked and confused. I glanced up, my body slowly beginning to shake, then I moved slightly behind her.

Axel, Gabbie, and Blaine were in here, but so were three strange, horrific looking men with nasty scars.

"Everyone, leave! We can continue this later," Axel demanded, and not a second longer, everyone turned toward the door and brushed past Whitney to get to it.

Blaine was the last one out, sneakily stealing her from me as he slipped through the door, clicking it shut behind him and everyone else.

I ran over as soon as it did and jumped on his lap before he had the chance to stand, wrapping my arms around him by slipping them between his lower back and the chair. I then snuggled against him.

"Woah! I miss you too," he chuckled, returning my hug and I smiled to myself.

"Can you stay? I don't want you to go again," I leaned back to look at him and he nodded, cupping my face with his palm and kissing my forehead.

"I don't plan to," he replied, "but it's getting late, beautiful, and you need all the rest you can get. Let me take you back so you can get to bed, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, climbing off him and extending my hand for him to take. He stood and accepted it, gently tugging me along after him.

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"A-Axel," I stammered, blushing at the way his name sounded coming out of my mouth. The tingles it created in my tongue made me smile, my heart thudding fireworks throughout my lungs so that each breath felt extremely satisfying.

"Yes?" he asked in a breathless manner, a smile taking over his lips as he stared with an expression foreign to me, although I've seen it before. It wasn't bad because every time I saw it, my chest felt lighter.

"Can you stay and hold me while I sleep?" I questioned with a little more confidence, moving the blankets and tapping the empty side of the bed next to me. He appeared skeptical almost instantly upon hearing my request.

"I struggle staying asleep by myself because I forget I'm not with her anymore," I whispered, fear making the hairs on my arm stand straight up and the thought of what she could possibly do to punish me for escaping brought tears to my eyes.

I'm scared.

"You know you're safe here, right?" He pulled me onto his lap and I held his hand over my legs, fiddling with it out of anxiousness then nodding slowly and lifting my gaze to meet his.

"I won't let her get to you, Angel, no matter what. I know it scares you not knowing, but you're safe," he promised, flipping his hand around so he was now holding mine and caressing the back of it, "do you trust me?"

I analyzed his eyes, the look of sincerity behind them gave me my answer.

He already means so much to me...

My free hand lifted to his jaw and I gently pulled his face down, closing off the little space we had between us. I closed my eyes when I felt the warmth of his lips lightly meet mine, making my heart melt into my stomach.

My brain hazed at that moment and I wasn't sure what to do next. The heat that washed through me desired for more, but the intensity of the tingles seemed to have short-circuited my mind. I wasn't able to think clearly enough to figure out what compelled me into this, however, the way it tickled my insides had me elated.

I felt his hold over my hand tighten and he leaned closer, applying a bit more pressure that made the feelings a thousand times worse.

We remained close as I slowly trailed my fingers down his jaw, past his neck, then stopped over his chest to feel if his heart was beating as fast as mine. It wasn't, but it was still rapid, making me claw at the thin shirt over his chest.

My entire body felt strange, nearly numb, to the point I almost didn't notice the light contact of his lips disappear until I felt his forehead against mine. The tips of our noses grazed and he brought his hand to my cheek, causing me to open my eyes and stare into his.

Neither of us spoke while we got lost in each other's eyes as if we were brainwashed, no emotion played on his features nor mine due to the paralysis we seemed to share.

The feelings I received from the kiss were the best I've ever felt, and they were so good that my lips are still tingling.

Before I had time to process any thoughts, I tilted my head up and closed my eyes at the exact time he leaned back in, reconnecting our lips and triggering the elated feelings to explode within me just as it did the first time.

Why do I like him so much already?