I hadn't thought the vase would actually touch him. I just wanted to throw something. I was angry and bitter, and I wanted to make it feel my anger, but I hadn't meant to hurt.

The vase connected to the back of his head, falling and shattering into a hundred pieces.

Axel barely flinched, he just stood still, and I just watched with my eyes wide with terror and blood welled up at the back of his head.

“Axel…” I whispered as I tried to get off the bed, but as soon as I tried to move, the piercing pain between my legs made itself known. I cried out, going...