Lost Control

"Axe."

I knocked again on his bedroom door. Since the incident in the kitchen, he hadn't left the room at all. He was really like a virgin girl who was angry because his request wasn't honored. I even stood in front of his door twice and he had no intention of opening the door for me.

Actually, I could have pressed the door knob to see if it was locked or not. But the last sentence from him when we were on the roof top was still ringing in my ears. I can't be presumptuous, my status in his eyes is just a bed warmer.

"Axe."

Still no answer. Oh, come on. It's almost seven in the evening. Does Axe want to skip dinner and not take his medicine?

"I'll come in if you don't open the door for me," I threatened even though there was no reply.

What was Axe doing inside to not respond to me?

I didn't want to question it further. Finally, with great reluctance, I barged in. The first thing I saw was some of his belongings on the floor. Maybe Axe took out his frustra