A walk in DC || Posey, Axel, Lucifer
Posey had stayed in her room the first full day of school's trip. DC wasn't particularly interesting to the girl, and the fact that Axel had actually followed her there added to her not wanting to be out and about. Her phone buzzed, and when she picked it up and saw that it was from Axel, she had hald a mind to just ignore it, but she knew better to blow off someone with his temper. Meet me three blocks down from your hotel. We need to talk, the text read. Rolling her eyes, she slipped on her shoes and snuk out of the hotel without being caught by any one she knew.
The weather was much colder than what she had planned on, causing Posey to rush down the three blocks which lead into a much more sketchy part of the city, almost like the places she used to hang around back home. Rubbing her arms in attempt to get the blood flowing back in them, she saw a dark figure walk towards her. Her fists clenched and went to her sides in defense, but as the figure came closer she saw that it was Axel, his classic grimace on his face. "You certainly took your time getting here," he hissed at her. "I'm herre now, aren't I? What do you want, Axel," she rolled her eyes at him. Although it was late and dark, it wasn't too dark for him to miss her expression, making him grab her jaw tightly and jerk her face towads him. "I think it's about time you started being nice to me." He walked forward, causing Posey to step back until her back pressed up against a freezing brick wall. She wanted with all her being to spit a sssnarky retort, but his hand was clamped too tightly onto her jaw, and her fear of him outweighed her deisre to be a bitch. "Now, we're closer to New York here than we were in New Hampshire, I say it's time for us to head back home." Posey's hand grabbed her cell phone from her back pocket, and just in time, for seconds later his hand went to her waist, pressing her slim body to the wall.
Silently she flipped open her ancient flip-phone and pressed down on the number 6, the speed dial for Lucifer. With the phone still in her grasp and hidden behind her back, she said nothing. "Look, I had you under my control once, I can do it again, you know this, Axel threatened. "Now it's even easier with you're little friend Skylar being out of the picture. I'm glad that bitch is dead. You thought you could leave me in the fucking dust and get away with it?" His voice raised, although no one was around to hear him, or hear her breathing stagger as she tried to push him away. "Axel, let me go," she said, a hint of plea in her voice. But Axel wouldn't have it. His hand went form her jaw to her neck, his other reaching up under her shirt to her bare stomach, causing a whimper from the girl. "Axel, please," she begged. "Come on, no one's here, we're blocks away from your hotel, we could leave right now without any complications."
His faced inched closer until his lips brushed her cheek, his scruff stinging her skin as his hand wandeed under her shirt. "Get. the fuck. away from me," she spat at him, using everry ounce of courage she had left in her to try and shove him off of her. Her attempt was feeble and only infuriated him further, ending in him whipping his hand across her cheek harshly, causing her to drop the phone onto the concrete. Both their eyes darted to the glowing light from the cellphone before it broke into half from the fall. His eyes immediately filled with even more rage than before as he grabbed her by her arms, lifting her up off the ground. "Calling for help, you little bitch!?" He yelled out at her.
