Leah's P.O.V.
As I enter the house I'm creeped out. It is unnaturally quiet. I walk toward the living room to look for Al but he isn't there. I check the kitchen, nope. The bathroom, nope. He's nowhere in the house.
"Alex!?" I yell at the top of my lungs just in case he is upstairs and can't hear me. But no one responds. That's weird. I call him but he doesn't answer. Now, I'm officially worried, he always answers his phone. I call him a few more times and by few I mean like 12 times. I place my phone on the kitchen counter and dart for the fridge. I'm an emotional eater, okay? Don't judge.
I stuff my face with everything I lay my eyes on. When I'm stuffed I decide to go watch a little TV. I mean, he is probably fine. I'm just thinking the worst. It's Alex, he wouldn't do anything stupid. I watch almost an entire season of Family guy when my eyes begin to close. I try to fight it but the darkness overtakes me.
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I am awoken by the ringing of my phone next to me. I grab it with a tired hand. I groggily answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"Leah? Goddamn, finally. It's Emma. You have to come to the hospital quickly!" Emma's voice boom from the phone's speaker. I only realize what she said after a few seconds and almost explode.
"What? Who's hurt? What happened?" I ask a thousand questions trying to piece together why I have to go to the hospital.
"It's Alex. And Noah. They got- just get here!" Emma yells at me and then hangs up the phone.
Shit!
Okay, so Alex got hurt!
Alex!
And Noah also got hurt.
Noah!
I jump up from the couch and grab my sneakers, car keys and phone. I lock the house and run toward my car. I start it up and race toward the hospital.
When I arrive I rush as fast as I can toward the entrance. I reach the reception and ask where Alex or Noah's room is. After screaming at the lady for being rude and slow, I get the room number. I arrive at the door and spot Alex in the bed, I rush over to him.
"Al? What happened? Are you okay?"
Alex looks up at me with wide eyes.
"I'm fine." He responds placing his hand on my shoulder. When I feel his hand I relax a little.
I sigh before asking," What happened?"
I look him square in the eye and see regret and guilt in his chocolate brown eyes.
"Alex." I state grabbing his attention.
He closes his eyes and sighs.
When he opens his eyes again, they are stone. No emotion, nothing. He probably learned that from Noah.
Noah!
"I wanted to get money for dad." He simply states looking at the white wall in front of him.
I take a deep breath and release it.
"Al." I can only say that. I don't know what to say. I also thought about ways to get money but Alex actually did something. That's one thing I wish I had of him.
"I had to do something, anything." He whispers in such a voice I just want to hold him in my arms forever.
I wrap my arms around him.
When he leans into the hug, he starts sobbing and my heart breaks.
"Why? Why is he so damn selfish?" Al cries into my hoodie.
"I don't know, Al."
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After I talked to the doctor, he told me that Alex should stay in the hospital for another few days before I drove back home. I didn't want to leave but they told me I can't stay. Visiting hours are from blah blah...
I didn't listen after that. I will fucking visit when I want to.
When I arrive home, I park the car in the driveway and get out. As I'm walking toward the front door I spot a figure sitting in front of the door with their head in their hands. I furrow my eyebrows and make my way closer. But I have my keys in between my fingers as a mini knife, just in case.
As I approach the figure I feel my nerves disappear as I see Noah's face. He looks up at me and my breath gets caught in my throat. His face is bruised and beaten. There is a bruise under his left eye and his nose is bleeding but the blood has dried. I slowly approach him.
"Before you say anything," Noah's voice comes out strained," Don't, please." He continues and looks up at me with a stone-cold expression and emotionless eyes.
I don't respond and just walk up to him. I place my hand in his that was lying in his lap. I help him to his feet and make my way toward the front door still with Noah's hand in mine.
I open the door and enter. As I enter I release Noah's hand and he trails behind me. When I turn on the light I see all his bruises and cuts in more detail. The bruise under his eye is spread to the side of his head and there is also a bruise travelling down his jaw. And his nose is still bleeding.
I sigh as my eyes rake over his face. Noah doesn't look at me, he looks at the floor.
"Come with me." I demand holding out my hand for him to take again. He slowly looks up at my hand not my face. He takes my hand and I lead him toward the downstairs bathroom. When we arrive I guide him to the toilet and tell him to sit on the seat. I turn around to get the first aid kit and as I open the drawer I feel Noah's eyes on me. I get the kit and turn around slowly. As I turn around, he looks back down.
I walk toward him and bend down in front of him on my knees. I place my finger under his chin to lift his face up. But when I do so he moves his face away from me and my hand falls to my lap. I sigh looking at his emotionless face.
"I can't clean your face if you're looking down." I simply state. I hear a little groan from him and that makes me smile a little. It means he is okay. He finally looks up but still not at my face. I grab the small damp towel from the sink and bring it toward his face to clean the dried blood. As I wipe near his left eye, he winces. I retract my hand as fast as lightning.
"Sorry." I quickly apologize.
He shakes his head a little before saying," It's okay."
I swallow and bring my hand toward his face again. I finish cleaning the dried blood without saying a single word and neither did Noah. His nose isn't bleeding anymore, luckily. When I'm done I place the towel in the sink. I look back at Noah and sigh. He is still not looking at me, merely the wall. He looks like he wants to murder the wall.
"Why aren't you mad?" Noah asks, barely above a whisper, out of the blue when he notices I'm staring.
"Why should I be?" I question in a soft voice.
"I don't know." He responds.
I sigh before asking," Noah, what happened?"
He doesn't say anything for a very long while. He merely remains looking at the wall. As I'm about to respond, Noah cuts me off.
"I got in a fight."
I roll my eyes at his responds before saying," Yeah. I got that much. Why were you fighting?"
Noah simply states with a cold expression," Because I like it."
I furrow my eyebrows at his respond, because that really doesn't make sense.
He likes fighting? What the fuck? I don't understand.
"I don't underst-" Noah cuts me off again.
"I'm hungry. Got anything in the fridge?" He says a little too loudly standing up from the toilet and pushing past me. With furrowed eyebrows, I watch him make his way toward the kitchen. I follow him to the kitchen.
"What was th-"Noah cuts me off again, I'm really getting tired of it.
"You don't have anything. Don't you shop for groceries?" Noah asks looking at me with a lifted eyebrow.
I take a deep breath and let it out loudly.
"No. No, I don't. I've had a lot to handle." I respond glaring at him.
Noah notices my expression and swallows hard.
"Sorry."
Noah looks at the floor again, avoiding my eyes.
"I gonna take a shower. You can watch TV, if you wanna." I say making my way toward the kitchen door. As I'm about to climb the stairs Noah comes rushing out the kitchen yelling my name.
"Sailor!"
I turn around at the sound of his voice. We make eye contact.
"Thanks. Um ... for cleaning me up." Noah says barely above a whisper.
A small smile appears on my face.
"No problem."
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