"What the hell were you doing with Jackson?"

Axel growled, pulling you into an empty classroom and pinning you against the wall. One hand was right next to your head against the wall, the other on your shoulder, squeezing hard enough so you could feel the fresh bruises ache again. The ones he inflicted just the night before.

He hadn't wanted to hurt you yesterday, but when he found out you were still in touch with some guy friends, well.. He had to show you who you belonged to.

"Don't lie to me, baby.."

He whispered softly, face softening, but there was anger in his eyes. It was moments like these that scared you the most. Moments where he seemed to care, to be genuinely concerned for you. But no matter what, that dangerous glint in his eyes never vanished.

"Don't lie and I won't have to hit you, okay baby?"

He cooed softly, like you were a scared little deer. That's what he made you feel like: powerless, helpless. You needed a guiding hand, and he was more than willing to provide one. He leaned in, before he murmured quietly.

"What were you doing with him?"