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?


8. 'Take care of her.' Part 2

   Not much later, Axel pulls into a car park, driving straight into an empty space. I'm not really sure where we are, but it seems lively, whatever it is. From somewhere, I can hear loud music, in the genre of pop-punk, maybe pop-rock, and it sounds live. A concert? Gig? I have no clue, but the band sound awesome, whoever they are.

   "Where are we?" I ask, blushing like crazy, as Axel opens my door for me.

   Smirking, he taps his nose, and takes my hand in his, interlacing our fingers. Nervously, I chew on my bottom lip, as we walk closer to the music. I gracefully slip on some ice, but Axel catches me, and we laugh it off. We walk through some trees, to a large opening, and my jaw drops.

   Along one side, there's a huge stage, where the band are performing. About fifty people are hanging around the stage, dancing to the music. Opposite it, there's a row of shacks, some are café's, and cute coffee shops. Right in the middle of the two, there's a large, rectangular ice skating rink. Oh, no. No, no, no. I'm really not coordinated...

   "Ice skating?" I say, feeling my stomach churn.

   He makes an 'mhmm' sound, smirking at me. 

   "You know I'm about as coordinated as a dying fish, right?" I cock my eyebrow, giving his hand a death grip.

   He bursts out laughing, and his laugh is contagious, as I start to giggle too. Shaking his head in amusement, he pecks my cheek, leading us over to one of the shacks. Above the entrance, it says 'SKATEZ AND TICKETZ'. Well, at least they tried, right? 

   Despite my many protests, Axel pays for my ticket. For some reason, I feel guilty that he's paying, seeing as how I'm probably going to be sat on the rink, unable to actually stand up. Anyway, we're given our skates, and we go over to a bench to put them on. I wish myself luck. After three attempts, I give up, and Axel buckles them up for me. Blushing in embarrassment, I take his hand, and stand up, immediately falling over.

  "Shit, are you okay?!" someone asks me, helping me stand up.

  "Yeah, I'm f-" Axel helped me stand up. Axel asked if I'm okay... "What did you just say?"

  "I asked if you're okay- Oh," sheepishly, he scratches the back of his neck, gazing at the floor.

   "You... You're mute... Axel..." I frowned, taking an unsmooth step away from him.

  "Look, I'm really sorry, but it's a very long story, and you probably don't want to hear about it right now. I promise I'll tell you, but not right now," he holds my wrist, making sure I don't leave.

  "You lied," I state, still frowning.

  "Yes, I know I lied to you, but it's just easier," desperately, he grabs onto my other wrist, making sure I can't walk away from him.

  "I want to know, now," I say, looking him dead in the eye.

  "Sweetheart-" guys he called me sweetheart, "-please, just wait. You really don't want to hear it all now."

  Sighing, I lose the tension in my shoulders, and give in. Clearly, it's something a little more deep than just lying to me for the heck of it, so I'll let it slide. For now, I just want this date to go well, and only fall over ten times. Maybe a little bit more, I was being generous to myself.

   "I really am sorry," he tells me, his hands on my waist.

   "It's okay," I smile up at him, already liking the sound of his voice.

   Grinning in relief, he kisses my cheek, taking my hand again. Carefully, he helps me to walk on the skates, over to the rink. Why the hell am I going through with this? We all know I'm going to fall over, before I'm on the rink. Heck, I already have! The rink is quite crowded as well, I'm going to drag people down with me-

   You know what? Fuck it, Axel wants to do this, I'll do it too.

   We get to the edge of the rink, and I mentally prepare myself for the embarrassment sure to endear me. Axel easily steps onto the ice, holding onto the barrier so he can help me too. I chew on my bottom lip, gripping the barrier with one hand, my other hand latched onto his.

   "If I end up in hospital, you can pay the insurance," I mutter, taking the brave step onto the ice.

   "Sure thing, Angel," he chuckles, letting go of the barrier, to hold my waist.

   Guys he called me Angel. Yeah I didn't need to breathe, it's cool. Totally cool.

   Cursing under my breath, I hold onto the barrier for my life, pulling my body up against it. I can hear Axel swallow his laughter, as he tries to drag me away from the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut, and remove one hand from the edge. Now I wish I paid more attention in PE...

   "C'mon, it's not that hard," he says quietly, his lips brushing my ear, as he wraps his arms around me from behind.

   "Says the one who's been ice skating before," I murmur, keeping that one hand on the barrier.

   "My mum loved it, I had no choice," he laughs, "What's the worst that could happen, right now, if you let go of the side?" 

   "I'll fall over," I say, in a 'duh' tone.

   "Then I'll catch you."

   Smoothly, he pulls my arm off of the edge, and pulls us both away from it, so there's no chance I can grab back onto it. Pressing my lips together, closing my eyes, and latching onto him, I try to keep my legs straight. Breathing out, I open my eyes, and magically, I'm not on the floor. 

   "Told you," he smugly states, starting to skate forwards.

   "Yeah, yeah, whatever, it's only been thirty seconds."

   Somehow, I manage to figure out how to move, and soon enough, I'm skating by myself. I have no clue how, but I am. Also, I'm still holding onto Axel, whether I can skate or not. He doesn't seem to mind, seeing as he's holding me as tightly as I am, him. Sure, we're getting some weird looks, but I couldn't care less.

   "See, Angel, I knew you could do it," he grins at me.

   Yep, there's the Angel pet name again. And there goes my emotions. Pfft, didn't need them anyway.

   "Shush," I elbow him lightly, "Next time, I'm picking where we go."

   "Oh, next time, huh?" he nudges me, raising his eyebrows.

   "Oh... Um..." I blush like a mother fricking tomato, realising what I said.

   "I'm sure I'd be up for next time," he smiles comfortingly, "But only if you'll be my girlfriend."

   "I'd love to be your girlfriend," I tell him, still blushing.

   "She said yes! Woo!" someone screams, and we look to the left to see three very familiar faces.

   Devon, Ethan, and my brother, Callum. The three of them are leaning over the barrier, mixed in with the people supporting the band playing. They were spying on us?! Jesus Christ...

   "Wait, I thought he was mute..." my brother scowls, going off into thinking-mode.

   "Shut up," Devon bumps into him with her hip, "Hey Axel, Avery," she grins, waving like a crazed maniac.

   "What the hell are you doing here?" we say in sync, holding onto the barrier where they are, so we don't slip over.

   "Making sure my lil' sis is being treated nicely," Callum shrugs.

   "Checking that your make-up and hair stays up to scratch," Devon shrugs, too.

   "I was just spying on you, it's hilarious," Ethan also shrugs.

   "Leave!" I sweep my arm to the side, gesturing for them to get the hell away.

   Mumbling to themselves, they wander off, heads hung in shame. Shuddering in embarrassment, I lean into Axel, almost laughing hysterically, that our friends supervised us. The worst bit is that my brother will go home, and directly tell my parents everything. And I mean everything.

   "We have some mucked up friends," Axel mumbles, resting his chin on my shoulder, from behind me.

   "Yeah, but we're mucked up, too," I laugh, turning my head to the side so I can kiss him.

   "Hey, it could be worse. We could be..." he pauses dramatically, "Populars."

   "Oh, it's torture to my ears!" I joke, smiling a lot more than I normally would.

   "C'mon, let's go warm up. I think my hands might drop off soon," he says, skating back over to the gap in the barrier.

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