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Noah Denvers

"Honey,don't you have parents? I would be worried sick not knowing where my child is half the time." Sandra,my maid suddenly said to...someone.

My eyes fluttered open,a low groan escaping my lips as my heavy eyes carried on tiredness.I looked around me to see Lucian,Fox,Oak and Kaiyo sprawled over the living room with close eyes signalling sleep.The curtains that usually illuminated the living room were open wide only to reveal a very heavy night fall.I was highly confused,and trying to remember the last thing I did,yet all I could think about was Phoenix in that restaurant bathroom with all these dämn bruises raining over her tan skin.

A melodic sound erupted through the kitchen,that was behind the sofa I decided to pick as my bed for the evening,or day,the time was confusing me since I couldn't remember anything.That melodic noise sent goosebumps running down my spine,letting me know it was my little goddess' laugh.She was here,and that made me feel...happy.

"No one cares about me Sandra." Phoenix said through the music of her own laugh.The words she said made me slouch down on the sofa I rested on,as I kept quiet.The words she said offended me for some strange reason,maybe it was because she wasn't acknowledging the fact that I care about her.I care about her more than anyone in this world,and her words made my blood boil like a kettle pot on a burning stove.

"That is not true,you once told me you had cousins,brothers,and even a father,who calls you from time to time." Sandra mentioned,sounding proud of fighting against the young girl.I was trying very hard to remember when Sandra had so much time to get to know Phoenix,but then I remember when she was here that whole week,I made her in charge of Phoenix while I would sneak out at night to do business.

Phoenix chuckled,"I barley see Diego now,and he knows I can handle myself,so he dosen't worry about me.Sebastian,and Caleb are to young to care for me yet." Phoenix mentioned three people,I had no idea who they were.I felt guilty to say that I was more instrested knowing that they were all male names...I can be a jealous prïck when it comes to her.

"What about your brothers,and your father? You never talk about them ...or your mother." Sandra mentioned quietly,as if she was nervous.I listened closely,the silence ringing in my ears.I wanted to thank Sandra for voicing my thoughts,and for smacking realization into me.How come I never asked Phoenix about them? Or about her mother?

"I trust you enough to tell you that my brothers can't care for me anymore,because they're in jail." Phoenix suddenly spoke,making a gasp escape from Sandra.I tried to not to mutter,or even make a sound from what she was saying.Sandra once again voiced my thoughts,when she asked why,but Phoenix's silence told both of us,that she wasn't telling.

"What about your father,and mother?" Sandra asked.

"He didn't care about me when I was a baby,and he dosen't care again.I've been dodging his calls,it's a matter of time before he shows up wondering why I'm ignoring him." Phoenix fake laughs,the laugh sound a bit less melodic,"And well my mother,I haven't seen her in years.She keeps calling as well,I think it's kinda funny how they think I will love them again."

This was a much darker side of Phoenix,a side I never seen.She talked with so much hate laced in her sweet gentle voice that it would make anyone question if this was the same angel from The Pier.I spend so much time with Phoenix,that besides calling her the reason for my 'romatic feelings',I would also call her my best friend,yet we didn't know anything about each other regarding past,and secrets.I was going to change that.

"Phoenix?" I faked waking up,calling her name in the fake sleepy voice that I have mastered.I sat up,pretending to look around.I took in the appearance of my best friends,who looked all drunk,sleepy,and sloppy.What happened last night,or yesterday,or today? What day is it? The only thing that was answered was that the clock on a shelf near the television of the living read two in the morning.Did we get drunk at that pizza place?

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