Bad Ways

Chapter 1

*****AXEL RYDER P.O.V*****

"But babe....." A girl named Fiona pulled a pouty face, her lips in a small frown; trying to change my mind and let her stay. Her ginger hair was still tangled from last night in my bed, and my sweatshirt went all the way down to just above her knees. I expected to get it back soon- even though I never wore it, and kept it in the back of my closet for months at a time.

"Nope. Sorry...uh..." I paused and raised my fingers to create quotations in the air "uh...Babe..?" I hated saying the word 'babe.' "Anyways, look. Get out of my house- you were just a one night stand. Sorry 'babe' but you mean nothing to me." And with that I pushed Fiona toward the big oak doors at the front of my mansion.

"No! But babe- how could you say that?" Fiona cried, tears threatining to fall down her pale cheeks. "Don't you love me?!" She cried out desperatly.

"Haha...do you really want me to answer that question?" I rubbed my neck nervously, while Fiona just stared at me, her mouth flopping open and closed like a fish, no words comming off her tongue. I chuckled innocently. "Yeah, uhm sorry." And with that I shoved her through the door way and out onto the stone terrace.

"AXEL BABE!" Was the last thing I heard of poor Fiona before I slammed the door in her face and locked it quickly. Sighing, I leaned against the wooden door, wiping my head of imaginary sweat and pushed my midnight black hair off my forehead.

Another night, another girl. Yet, no matter how many sluts I fucked, I just couldn't stop think of...her.The one girl who managed to drive me absolutely crazy- even though I haven't seen her in 3 years. Every night I dreamt of her beautiful face- long black hair-darker than mine- whitch reached the small of her back and light gray eyes, that looked almost silver. Her plump pastel pink lips and amazing chekbones made her the definition of perfect along with her perfect curves- a mixture of lean and curvy- that could bring any guy to their knees. Her name was beautiful and felt so right on my tongue. Avalon. Avalon was her name- and the one name I couldn't forget.

I hated what I did to her. I absolutely hated seeing the pain in her eyes everyday; and all because of me, and what I did.

I bullied for years; but there was a reason. I terrible reason I suppose- but a reason.

Avalon and I used to be friends. Best friends, actually. Our mansions were right next to each others, but hers slightly larger seeing as her dad was a famous buisness man, as her mom was a singer. We used to meet in a treehouse every day, located in the middle of the thick woods seperating our houses. We shared secerets and basically everything. You can obviously see how I started falling hard for her within a month that we met, and that crush seemed to stay- and started to grow to the point where at the age of 7 I started coming up with wedding plans. Yeah- I was obsessed. (And still am). We entered 3rd grade, and suddenly it wasn't "cool" to hang out with girls- so I had to stop talking to Avalon in school. That drove me insane. I hated not being able to sit with her at lunch and talk to her almost all the time. Around 4th grade, my parents divorced. Avalon was there for me, in our little treehouse in the center of the woods. She helped me get through it, and that meant the world to me. Yet around that time, the most popular girl in school, Audrey, was starting to get jealous of Avalons beauty.

Audrey was immensly popular, but still no matter- she was scared of loosing her popularity to Avalon. That's when Audrey started being mean to Avalon. I remember the days I stood there- watching Avalon getting harassed by Audrey. It happened so many times- and yet I still did absolutely nothing. I remember Avalon looking at me longingly in the crowd, as though waiting for me to step in and help as Audrey hit her and slapped her. Yet I did nothing.

I can't remember exactly why I didn't do anything- but I knew it had to do with popularity, since I was becoming popular at that time and didn't want to do anything that made me seem "un-cool". For me, getting popular meant moving on from my parents divorce, and starting new. But not everything turned out well.

So one day, Avalon stopped coming to the tree house. That night she wasn't there, I sat there all afternoon for 5 hours waiting for her. But she never came. Infact- she stopped talking to me all together. She would just let Audrey hurt her and never even spaired a glance in my direction. She already knew I wouldn't help her.

So I got angry. Angry at Avalon. I was so angry that she didn't speak to me anymore. Heck, she didn't even look at me- and it drove me crazy. I still loved her, and I didn't want to loose her. That would kill me.

So I did the only thing I could think of. Bullying. So then I could play a large role in her life, without and excuse and she'd just have to put up with me. Then, I could see her everyday and get popular at the same time, since Audrey loved it when I was mean to Avalon, making me more popular.

After the years, Audrey took place as my bestfriend other than John and Lucas (my two best guy friends) as we kept harassing Avalon all the way through 8th grade.

In the end we achieved Audreys goal.

We shattered Avalon.

I thought that it was fine, and being the strong Avalon she was, that she would just keep picking herself up and fixing her broken heart. Oh, was I wrong.

One day in 8th grade, Avalon disapeared from school. And she never came back. I kept asking where she had went, but no one knew.

Eventually I made my way through the woods that seperated our houses. Slowly I walked up to the mansion's large oak doors. Hesitantly, I knocked loudly- sucking in a breath. Hopefully Avalon would open the door. It had driven me insane not seeing her for a week.

I stood for about a minute or so, waiting in the autumn wind, before the door opened a crack. Annie, Avalons personal maid stepped out, hugging herself as tears streamed down her wrinkled cheeks. I remember how much Avalon loved Annie- she was basically the only family Avalon had; through blood or not.

"What's wrong. Miss Annie?" I asked carefully; hoping this wasn't a touchy subject, or that would be quite awkward and emberassing. Annie just looked at me blankly, her once joyus eyes now stone cold.

"Well, in the nicest way possible, Axel, It would be you." Annie hissed angrily, as she fixed a stone hard glare on me. Never had I seen Annie angry, and this was quite shocking.

Swallowing a fearful lump in my throat, I whispered, "What do you mean, Miss?" Annie said nothing but glared and started to go back inside the house.

"Don't you get it, kid? You're not welcome here. You never will be. You're the reason Avalon had to leave. You have no idea what you've done." Annie hissed in a sharp, angry tone. "Goodbye. And never come back."

And with that, the once nice woman slammed the door in my face.

I stood there for about 30 minutes, the words Annie had said echoing in my head. 'You're the reason Avalon left." I felt as though half of my heart had been ripped out and trodden on, Half of myself was dead for all I knew.

Numbly, I made my way back through the woods and to my empty mansion. I climbed up to my room, and layed on my bed; the ceiling staring down at me.

She's gone. My thought's hissed inside my head. And it's all your fault. You lost her. You broke her. You are nothing.

After those words sounded in my head, everything broke. That was the first time I had really cried, in years.

After all, Avalon wasn't there anymore.

"Hello?! AXEL. Hellllloooooo?!" I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts and into the present, only to see Luke waving his hand infront of my face. Weird, I hadn't seen him come in.

"Dude, what's wrong? You look like you're about to start crying." Lucas smirked and turned around. "damn pussy." He muttered under his breath before walking towards the kitchen to get himself somethign to eat.

"Damn pussy." I mimicked him in a girly voice while twirling my fingers in the air and posing like a model, my eyes crossed.

"Shut up idiot." Lucas yelled from the kitchen. "Don't go all bitchy on me. I don't think it's your period yet."