That grin meant the world to me because I was the only one who was on the receiving end of it.

Axle’s appearance back into my life was either fate or a cruel prank and I didn’t know which.

“You kiss with your heart and soul,” he said nipping my bottom lip. “You kiss me with everything that you’ve got. A man doesn’t forget that. I’m the man that needs that right now, Drew.”

“Fuck you,” he says spitting again. “I don’t answer to you, bitch.”
“True,” I say in agreement then twirl my backup. “But you will answer to Woody.”
“Oh yeah?” he laughs and I’ll note he was the only one. “Who’s Woody?” Shrugging easily, I twirl him once, twice, and then I line up. “Oh, just my bat.”

And because I didn’t have previous experience with relationships, I ran away instead of demanding an explanation. In the end, I broke my own heart.

Grabbing his face, I assault his mouth intending to shut him up. Wanting to show him I wasn’t sweet anymore, I wasn’t tame and I sure as fuck wasn’t his. But the opposite happened because when he gave it right back to me, I forgot my intentions.

This was not the type of unfinished business I would settle for with an arrest. This was the type of unfinished business that ended with a burial.

“She won’t ever get better until you die,” he repeats and I’d had it.
“Clue in, asshole, she boarded the rail to crazy train a long fucking time ago and you purchased the ticket.”