CHAPTER EIGHT
AXEL
She doesn’t answer her f*****g phone.
I don’t know why I bother calling. She isn’t going to see me, no matter how much I want to see her. f*****g hell. I even used my first paycheck to go all the way home to tell her I love her. I planned to let her know how much she means to me.
To tell her that, if she wanted, when I get back from this tour, we can get married, and I’ll take her with me on the road.
But she didn’t want to see me.
I throw my weight behind my fist and slam it against the punching bag. Almost did it the wrong way, I’m so distracted. Could’ve broken my damn hand, but I don’t give a f**k.
I hit it again. And again. Then a third time, launching all my rage and frustration into the bag until my body is so f*****g exhausted I can barely stand anymore.
