Dear Diary

22 (alittle 🔥)

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"You cooked, I'll do the dishes."

I raise my eyebrows. "Fine."

"So you said Henry," she raises her eyes at me, "was mutual friend?"

"Well they all are."

"You said this one weird."

"Um, well," I blush looking away, "I just had a bit of a situation with him." I look towards Axton at the sink, who glares at me.

"Why not you tell her what that situation was? You know, wouldn't want to leave anything out?" He raises an eyebrow, with a little smirk.

"I don't think it's him, there's no need"-

"We find it's usually the most unexpected of people, anything helps."

I sigh, my teeth clenching. "He watched me and Axton have sex. Happy?" I looked at Axton, a little smile on his face.

Harley writes it down as if it's nothing unusual.

Axton walks back over, standing behind me. "I think she needs more detail then that, darling." His hand rubs the side of my throat with his thumb. My pulse quickens.

"Um- well I was dancing with him, and Axton dragged him up while I was um"- I look down, my hands fidgeting.

"Continue." She says.

"Axton brought him upstairs and told him to watch, and when things got more intense he kicked him out."

"Did he seem aggravated about the situation?"

"No, not at all. I mean maybe he was frustrated afterwards but other then that I didn't notice anything. And he hasn't bothered me since."

Axton leans down to my ear, "you're very cute when you're flustered."

I see Harley smirking as she's writing. "Stop," I say.

"I think we're done for now. Seems someone needs... attending to." Axton says, his hand now slowly moving around my throat.

"I do not!"-

"Shut up."

My eyes widen, my mouth closing.

"Harley why don't you help her out hm?"

My eyes dart to hers. I was drunk last night, but doing this now in broad daylight...

"Axton..."

He grabs my throat now and I choke. "What did I just say?"

"Sorry.... Sir." I add looking up at him.

My vision starts to darken, and tears prickle my eyes.

Then I feel soft hands pushing my thighs apart. He loosens his hold, but doesn't let me look down. He kisses me just as I feel her lips on me. My cheeks burn.

My hands are grabbing the metal chair so tight, I bet my fingers are yellow.

I moan into his mouth. And then the pleasure gets ripped away, and a slap burns across my face.

"I told you last night it'll never happen again. And yet you defy me."

"I-! You!"- my mouth hangs open. "You're such a bitch!" I yell.

Harley is on the ground rubbing her scalp, presumably from being ripped away from me by it.

He walks away to the bedroom, and I quickly follow after him.

"You told her to do it!!"

"You should've known better."

"This is so unfair!!"

"Turn around and give me your wrists." He says.

"No!! Fuck you!"

He grabs my arm and shoves me into the bed face down.

Once he has me cuffed with the metal he forces me back out, sitting me back on the chair, with my arms over the back, then ties them with a rope he must've pulled out of his ass. Then he slaps me hard again, my head whipping to the side. I'm so shocked at his sudden mood swing I don't even say anything this time as he walks away, back to the kitchen to finish the dishes.

"Are you okay?" Harley asks me.

"Leave her." Axton says loud and firm from the kitchen. My eyebrows raise.

I gulp. I seriously don't know where this came from. Why did he let her even touch me if these were his feelings.

My right cheek burns, no doubt red from the two assaults. My legs rub together. He may be fucked but he knows I enjoy the is behaviour. And that's even more messed fucked.

He walks back over, and Harley says, "you two clearly need to figure your shit out. I'm going to go work on the case in my room." With that she walks away, and I look with narrowed eyes to Axton.