Never Know N.S.

Ch.12 "You"

Noah

Her lips taste like a drug. A drug I never wanted to be sober from.

I pick her up and sit her down on my lap while kissing her passionately.

I feel like I can't get enough of her.

We pull away for a second. She takes my face in her hand and caresses my cheeks.

"I'm not going anywhere," she says.

I kissed her again, rough. I wrap my arms around her back and hold onto her tightly, afraid of letting go. She wraps her around my neck and pulls me into her tightly. She slightly begins to grind against my hips causing me to buck them upwards to match her hip movement.

I stand up and lay her down on the cushions. I hover over her as I kiss her deeply. We pull away and I notice her eyes are also darker, like mine. She reaches up and moves my hair from my vision.

"It's okay" she whispers.

I smirk and kiss her again. She pulls me down on top of her causing me to grind into her. She softly gasps in my ear making me want to rip her clothes off but I can't. Not on the bus.

I pull away.

"We can't" I say.

Her face changes from lust to fear.

"I am so sorry" she says.

I sit up and help her sit up.

"I'm sorry" she repeats.

"Hey. It's okay. It's just that we're on the bus and we can't risk waking them up or one of them walking in on us" I tell her.

She begins breathing fast and shaking her hands.

"Hey. It's me. It's okay babygirl" I tell her.

She begins to shake her head. I pull her in for a soft kiss but she pushes me away.

"No no no" she repeats over and over again.

I don't know what's happening. Kissing her normally helps her panic attacks but it's not working.

I try taking her hands and pulling her into me but she continues to breathe heavily but she also begins to cry.

I quickly realize this is a manic episode.

–

No One

She couldn't figure out what was going on. She couldn't figure out why she was acting like this.

He couldn't calm her down. He didn't know what to do. Kissing her wasn't working and he's never had to handle something like this.

He runs into the bunk area.

"MILES" Noah yells.

Miles groggily rolls over.

"What's wrong, Noah?" he asks, half awake.

"It's Parker. I think she's having a manic episode" Noah says, frantically.

Miles shoots up and heads into the main area to find Parker struggling to breathe and crying.

"Hey baby. It's Uncle M. I need you to listen to me, okay? Can you do that?" he asks.

She tries to nod to show she can hear him.

"What are 5 things you can see?" he asks her.

She looks around the room.

"Table. Tv. Fridge... Remote. Noah" she says.

Noah kneels next to Miles and takes one of her hands. Miles takes the other one.

"4 things you can hear" Miles says.

"Snoring. Music. Birds. Breathing" she struggles to say.

Miles nods and looks at Noah.

"What are 3 things you can smell?" Noah asks.

She looks at him and begins to take control of her breathing.

"Pizza in the fridge. Cologne. Gasoline" she says.

She squeezes both of their hands, letting Miles know that she's coherent.

"2 things you can taste?" he asks her.

"Leftover pizza and toothpaste" she says.

Noah softly smiles in relief.

"1 thing you can smile about?" Noah asks.

"You" she says.

Noah chuckles. She pulls him in tightly for a hug.

"What happened?" she asks.

"You started having a manic episode after we got done making out" Noah blurts out.

Miles looks at Noah then his niece.

"Parker. Are you okay?" he asks.

She takes a deep breath and nods as Noah pulls away.

"Did I trigger something?" Noah asks, looking between the two of them.

Parker then looks down.

One thing she hadn't told him was that she was SA'd in the locker room at school. A few boys snuck in and cornered her. They berated her and gaslit her into thinking it was her fault. Miles was the only one who knew in her personal life.

"I don't want to go into it" she softly says.

Noah begins to think while Miles hugs Parker.

It all makes sense.

–

Parker

I don't talk about my sexual assault much because no one believed me. I was a freak so no one cared. Only my uncle knows about it and I try to keep it that way. I still haven't told Noah about it. But instead of going radio silent the way he normally does, he comforted me and actually came to lay back down with me.

My Uncle, of course, gave me the 'We'll talk about this in the morning' before we all laid back down. I was happy that Noah didn't exile me the way he used to. Shows change and it makes me very happy.

I look over at Noah who's currently passed out on my chest. I smile to myself and run my fingers through his hair. I felt like I helped him through something tonight before the trigger. I feel like I could love him.

Do I love him? Do I even know what love truly is?

(This chapter is a little shorter so I'm super sorry. Been having bad writers block on this story)