#Chapter119

Axel's P.O.V.

"Wow, this place is a mess." Sophie whispers when we enter the house and I can't do anything but agree.

The place looks like shit; it's completely wrecked up. It's obvious that some fuckers have broken in through the windows. I'm guessing it was teenagers who had nothing better to do with their time.

I swallow a gulp in my throat and ignore the feelings flooding through me at a sight of my childhood home broken.

"Are you okay?" my girl asks me, inspecting my eyes and slowly caressing my cheek.

"Yeah, I don't live here anymore, anyway." I reply, turning on my flashlight; there's no electricity...