"Ouch." Axl complained as he felt the small burning prick on his lip as you cleaned it with a cotton ball soaked in alcohol, him sitting on the couch and you sitting on his lap.

He had gotten into trouble, again. And once again he had been beaten up. Apparently this boy didn't know how to contain himself. There came a point where seeing him covered in bruises and cuts wasn't something that surprised you.

Still, this time had been different. All the times before, the cause of the fights had been his big mouth. But this time, it was you. He got into a fight because some idiots were harassing you at the club. He couldn't allow that, you were his girl and he couldn't stand anyone disrespecting you.

"You should thank me." He mumbled with a small grin, but he shut up immediately and his expression changed to one of apology when he saw the murderous look you gave him.