Wretched Trauma

Avery is an eighteen year old outcast, joining sixth form, for her final year of A Levels, before University. Before she started a new school, she was bullied, both verbally and physically. At her new school, she meets a new outcast, Axel; he's mute. No one knows why he's mute, but nobody cares enough to find out. No one, but Avery. She wants to know everything about him; how it's possible for him to lose his voice; how he became an outcast; but most importantly, he wants to know how to say 'I love you' without a voice. Everyone says love is blind, or maybe it's just silent?

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13. 'I...I love you, too.'

 


  Frasier Campbell (Mateus Verdelho THE FEELINGS OMG)

Also, I can't remember if I mentioned Frasier's surname... so... now... it's Campbell.

Avery's POV

   I'm not really the speechless type, as I'm not usually talking in the first place. In fact, I only remember being speechless twice before in my life. When Axel left me, and when I was nine and my brother set fire to his boxers. Now, right now, is the third time in my life that I have been speechless.

   "Avery, Avery, sweetheart, are you okay?" Frasier asks, gripping onto my wrists for his life.

   Sweetheart? Is he for real?

   "Avery? Talk to me. He won't touch you again, I promise," he sincerely tells me, and I'm pretty sure Tyson and Sean just pulled a runner.

   Frasier places his hands on my upper arms, as I just stare at him blankly. What the hell just happened? One minute, Tyson was kissing me, which I didn't really want, then the next, Frasier is beating the light out of him. Callum and Axel had also made an effort to do the same, but Frasier was one step ahead.

   "I..." I murmur, my eyes glued to his.

   "I like you, Avery," Frasier says, and- what?

   Make that the fourth time I've ever been speechless.

   Let's get this together. I'm at a Snow Ball thing - which is a shock in itself - being felt up by two very attractive males. Then, my ex gets angry, my brother also does, which is pretty normal, but then the guy who hates me (yeah I know he apologised but c'mon) gets so pissed he attempts murder. I just- but- I don't- what... Nope, I'm done.

   "Please remove your hands from me," I say, extremely calmly.

   "O-Oh, Okay, sorry," Frasier obeys, shyly glancing away from me, just to look back again.

   Then, something possessed me, probably the caffeine from the can of energy drink I had earlier, and I slapped him. I actually hit him, straight across the cheek, leaving a red hand print behind. Why? I'm not quite so sure. Maybe because he made everyone hate me for no reason. Maybe because I could. 

   "Ow, um, okay," Frasier mutters, doing his best not to shout at me for hurting him, "What was that for?" 

   "Honestly, I'm not one hundred per cent sure," I shrug my shoulders, running my fingertips over his cheek, where I left a distinct imprint. 

   He sighs softly, as if my touch actually meant something to him. This is class A creepy. Maybe even A*. I have never been so confused before in my life. Frasier simply cannot like-like me. I'm nowhere near his type! I'm not popular, or pretty with a smoking body, I'm just... Me.

   Everyone around us has stopped staring; they've all returned to their own conversations. As for the teachers, they pretended not to notice that Frasier beat up a kid from another school. Probably because Frasier's parents fund the sports teams. The only person still staring, is Axel. Callum keeps glancing over, but he's slightly too interested in the cute blonde from earlier. 

   "Look, I meant what I said," he tells me, his sienna eyes gazing into mine. Why, why are you so damn hot? Why?!

   "Right, sure, of course, where are the cameras? Are we on TV? Is this a prank show?" I ask, looking around me, in search of a hidden camera filming my every move.

   Frasier chuckles, combing a piece of my hair behind my ear, "No camera, sweetheart. I mean it, I like you."

   "And I'm the Queen of Russia," I drawl, folding my arms over my chest.

   "Personally, I thought you were more of a princess, but whatever you say," he smirks, and damn, that was smooth.

   "Whatever," I mutter, turning away from him, to go and find Devon.

  "Wait, where are you going?" he calls out, following closely behind me.

  "To a land where people don't lie," I say, still searching for Devon's whereabouts.

   Frasier grunts, and grabs my wrist, spinning me around to face him. My body presses against his, and even through his shirt, blazer, and waistcoat, I can feel his muscular frame. Nervously, I glance up at him, all too aware of how incredibly close we are. He rests his hand on the small of my back, which is bare, due to the low dip of my dress. 

  "Y-Yes?" I swallow, trailing my eyes over his broad chest.

  "When you're ready to leave... I... I think you should come back to my place... I want to get to know you," he whispers, knowing I can hear every word her utters.

  Silently, I look up at him, taking in every feature. He has a wide jaw, fitted to perfect cheekbones, kind of like Axel. His soft, brown hair is slightly wavy, left to fall wherever he wants it to, with a few blond highlights. Dark stubble lines his upper lip, and his chin, but the rest of him is clean shaven. His lips are a light pink, complimenting his tanned skin. Oh, God, what am I doing?

  "Okay, I will," I nod, and I even let myself smile.

  Frasier grins, pulling me into his arms, so that they wrap all of the way around my waist. I hug him back, pressing the side of my face against his chest. He smells incredibly sweet, like vanilla. Whatever it is, it smells good, especially on him. 

  Someone clears their throat, and Frasier snarls, but only loud enough so that I can hear it. I let go of Frasier, and turn around, to see Axel standing quite confidently, his glare trailed on Frasier's throat. He looks incredibly good in his suit, but I'm sure his girlfriend can tell him that.

   "Can I help you?" I blankly say, feeling Frasier's arm slip around my waist.

   Axel frowns at my blunt attitude, and grabs my hand, dragging me away. I quickly gesture to Frasier that I'll be back momentarily, letting Axel take me out into the foyer of the school. There's no one out here, just a dull light bulb, and a chilled breeze. Coats take up one wall, piled on top of each hook. The desk is empty, except for a monitor, with security camera footage on it.

   "What do you want?" I ask, ripping my hand out of his grip.

   "What are you doing with him?" Axel scowls, his voice slightly raspy from not using it recently.

   "What's it to you?" I snap, curling my lips at him.       

   Axel makes a pained sound, "Just because we're not... Together anymore, doesn't mean I don't care about you any less," he reaches forward, to touch my arm, but I recoil.

   "I can manage myself, thank you," I manage to say, trying to ignore the swelling in my chest.

   Axel drops his eyes to my body, taking in every detail of my dress. He sighs, bringing his eyes back up to be level with mine. His tuxedo is plain black, with a black shirt, and a black tie. We're complete opposites, with my white dress.

   "I'm sorry," he mumurs, his voice cracking.

   "For what?" I reply, blinking my tears back.

   "Lying to you."

   "If you really were sorry, you would've apologised at the time," I bark, and he shamefully nods.

   "I know, but you don't understand how hard it is to-"

   "Shut up, Axel!" I yell, gritting my teeth, "If it is just so hard to tell me the truth, I'm clearly not worth your time."

   For a split second, Axel wears a hurt expression, but quickly wipes it off, returning to his neutral appearance. He presses his lips together, in a firm line, his forehead creasing into a frown. 

   "Can you please... Just give me another chance?" he begs, his eyes watering.

   "I'm sure your girlfriend would love that!" I shout, looking down on him, even though he is a lot taller than me.

   "I'm sorry!" he shouts back, making me flinch.

   "Of course you are!" I raise my voice even more, watching him flinch instead.

   "Is everything okay?" Frasier pops his head around the door, seeing the pair of us growl at each other.

   "Oh, just fuck off, Frasier!" Axel shouts, exasperated.

   "No, I won't fuck off, you've hurt Avery, what've you done, ass wipe?" Frasier snarls.

   Okay, why isn't Frasier reacting to hearing Axel talk? Frasier has known him a lot longer, so surely he should be in shock right about now. Instead, Frasier is practically screaming at him, as Axel fights back, straining his limited vocal chords. I step back slightly, watching Frasier make Axel step down.

   "This is all your fucking fault!" Frasier yells, jabbing Axel in the chest, with his index finger.

    "I beg to differ!" Axel shoves him off, his hands clenching into fists.

   Frasier pulls his arm back, tightening his fists, to punch Axel, but I step in between them. I squeeze my eyes shut, just in case Frasier didn't have enough time to stop the punch. After a second, I open one eye to see Frasier standing still, his arm still snapped back, ready to punch, but he doesn't. Axel's behind me, his body slightly touching my own. The same goes for Frasier.

   "D-Don't fight, we're all grown men here. Well, I'm not a grown man... But you get the point," I say, with a shaky voice.

   Sighing, Frasier drops his arm to his side, and I send him a smile, making him smile back. Axel lets out the breath he was holding, and I can feel it wash over the back of my neck, goosebumps rising over my shoulders.

   "Frasier, why don't you give us a minute?" I ask, pouting slightly, to get him to say yes.

   "One minute. No longer," he agrees, and kisses me on the cheek, before walking back into the hall.

   I don't move, I stay exactly where I am, with Axel dangerously close behind me. He shuffles forward, so that my back is pressed against him, and he slips his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. He softly kisses my jaw, making every part of me melt, but I hold myself together.

   "I love you," he whispers, kissing down my neck, and I gulp.

   "I... I love you, too," I confess, and he turns me around to kiss him. 

   For a few seconds, I let him kiss me, and I kiss him back. I crush my eyes closed, but a tear still runs down my cheek. He tastes like mint, as per usual. Slowly, I pull away, opening my eyes to see Axel crying too. 

   "But I think it's best if we stay apart," I say, wiping my tears away.

   Before I can hear Axel's response, I walk back into the hall, grab Frasier, and pull him out the back entrance. I've gotten myself into a little bit of a tangle...


Let's have another picture of Frasier because AWWWWWWHHHHHH                                                                                       

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