Axel
Nine years ago.
2014.
New York City.
How I drove into the villa was all blurry because my head wouldn't stop throbbing, my sight getting obscure as the time passed. I didn't know what time it was, what day it was and how long I had been away from home but I knew that they were questions I was about to get an answer to.
I groaned, pulling over at any available parking spot I could find, and turning off the ignition. My head dropped weekly onto the steering wheel, erratic breathing emitting from me heavily.
I practically dragged myself out of the car, almost stumbling into one of the guards.
“Easy, Mr. Bellwether.” He said gruffly, holding onto me.
“Get your f*****g hand off me.” I rasped, my voice harsh. “What day is it?” I requested, palming the side of my head and hoping it w
