Noa

thirty nine

"You just caught her off guard tonight
But it's alright
She'll be fine
We listen to a lotta true crime"
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Three loud knocks are heard on the door as I roll over in bed. I don't respond, but I press pause on the cheesy tv-show playing on the TV.

I'm still mad at them for lying to me. Well, honestly I'm not even mad anymore since it's been two days, but I want to show them a lesson. If I don't make it clear that I'm not okay with that type of behavior, they'll continue to do it.

Now, I'm not saying they have to tell me every single thing that they do every day, but major things like this would be appreciated. Like, they literally captured and tortured my ex-boyfriend. How is that okay?

I haven't touched, talked to, or even looked in any one of their directions. It's been borderline painful for me. I love talking to them or even just being in their presence.

When we first got home that day, Jaxon would try and get me to talk to him, but now I see he's buried himself in work to not have to deal with me. Every time I've seen him in these past two days, he's been typing away on his laptop.

Kieran's been trying to get me to do things with him all the time, like water the plants or read with him. He grumbles angrily every time I ignore him.

Elijah's being almost his usual self, complimenting me, bringing me food, and saying sweet things all the time. He frowns when I don't give him the time of day.

Honestly, it's been really tempting to talk to them, since I'm not upset anymore. But, I don't like being lied to and I have to show them that.

"Angel." Elijah calls through the door. I almost answer but stop myself.

I hear his sigh through the door before he says, "Please talk to me. Say anything. Call me an asshole, yell at me. But please say something to me."

His voice sounds hoarse, as if he'd been crying or something. That's crazy. No way he's crying over me.

I contemplate for a few moments, but decide against speaking.

"I made you brownies. I'll leave them here for you, I guess."

When I hear his voice crack I decide to stop. I get up from the bed and walk over to the door, opening it.

I see Elijah was bending down to put the plate of brownies on the floor, but when he looks at me he stands back up straight. He has a guilty expression on his face. His cheeks and nose are red and his eyes are puffy. He really was crying.

I immediately feel bad. I think he's learned his lesson.

"Oh my god, you opened the door. Noa, please I really didn't want to lie to you, I know it was wrong but if you want to take it out on somebody, take it out on Jaxon. Seriously, it was his idea." I quirk my eyebrow at him.

"I know it was wrong and we should've told you, but please you have to forgive me because I need you around. I cant stand you not talking to me or touching me. Please, Noa." He runs his hand through his hair, thoroughly stressed out.

I let him rant, low-key enjoying him begging for my forgiveness. He should get on his knees too.

"Please, please, please forgive me. I'll never lie to you again. I swear it. Just give me another chance. I can't live like this."

I grab his hand that he just ran through his hair and bring it up to my lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. The relief that washes over him when I do is immediate.

I speak to him, "You're not an asshole, I'm not going to yell at you, and I love you."

I take the plate of brownies from him, stand on my tip toes and press another quick kiss, but to his lips this time. A bright smile lights up his face as I close the door on him.

I would have pulled him in the room, but I want to pig out on brownies and finish watching my tv show by myself.

I walk back over to the bed laying down on it and biting into one of the brownies. Seriously, these things taste like heaven.

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Maybe I shouldn't have ate the whole plate of brownies because now, at four in the morning, my mouth is thirsting for a glass of water.

I'm so comfortable I don't want to get up. I've already been postponing getting water for a while. The more I push it off, the later it gets. Or earlier, technically.

Mentally groaning, I push the covers off of my body and get out of the bed. My feet touch the floor and I walk out of the room, beginning to make my way down the stairs.

I look and see the night shift guards staring at me, as if wondering why I'm still awake, but I just shoot them a smile and wave. They don't respond, rude.

I grab the glass of water and gulp it down, placing it in the sink. Eh, I'll wash it tomorrow.

I turn and when I do, I see something move out of the corner of my eye. I look over to where I saw the movement and see nothing except one of my plants. It's four in the morning, I'm truly tired.

I look straight ahead again, only taking about three steps before I see it again. My head snaps back in the same direction. What if someone broke into the house?

No, I'm going crazy. There's guards posted up outside the front of the house, I don't think they would let anyone just walk in like that. Yeah, it's just the darkness playing tricks with me.

I walk over to where the stairs out, about to take one step before someone grabs my arm and covers my whole mouth with a cloth.

I try to fight the stranger but I'm not very strong, so I just end up struggling against them. I try to scream but the person had the cloth pressed very hardly against my face, and my mouth was closed, so all that came out was small sounds that resembled whimpers.

All the struggling I was doing was causing me to breathe in whatever was on the piece of fabric quicker, and eventually I felt my muscles get weaker and weaker as my vision faded to black.

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THIS BITCH DONE GOT HERSELF KIDNAPPED🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ me acting like I didn't write the shit