I'll take care of you

Chapter 2

(A/N:Noah's POV babes ✌ BTW if you have any suggestions, pls let me know. I'm also gonna add a character in maybe another chapter, and it's gonna be Elle's best friend who happens to be their neighbor. The friend will know about the home situation, because even though Noah told Elle not to tell anyone, she told him bc hes her bestie. He is going to be based on a celebrity sooo yeah! Enjoy <3)

I have to take care of them, I thought in my head as I cleaned up the room. I don't care how hard it gets, I won't let anything happen to them. Even if I die, as long as they're okay, I'll be okay.

As Matthew swept the floor, I dusted our shelves, moving the picture frames around so I could clean behind them. I looked over my shoulder to see Elle cleaning up her bed. It wasn't fair that she had to share. There was another bedroom just to the right of this one, and it was completely unused. Yeah, it was a little small, but it would be better for her to have her own room. 

The house was freezing, because our dad refused to turn on the heater, so I threw on a sweatshirt, with Whindbey High Track on the front and Solace on the back. I hated my last name. It was my dad's. I hated him so much, he abused us both mentally and physically. I don't think we deserved it, but I don't know.

I don't know a lot of things.

That was scary to me. I hated not knowing what was next, and if we were going to be okay, and I hated this world. A text went off in my pocket, and I put down my rag to answer it. (A/N: the only reason they're all going to have phones is because Noah bought them all one after the abuse got bad because he wanted them to be able to contact him) 

Jackson whistled, making Matthew and Elle laugh. "Shut up" I muttered, responding quickly to Harper's text message.

"Who's that, Noah?" Jackson asked. standing on the bed to my right and resting his arms on my shoulder, looking at my phone.

"Harper." I said, blushing.

"Ooooooooooooh"Elle mocked in a sing-song voice.

"Shut up, she just asked what I was doing."

"Sure looks like it," Jackson said, his eyes widening.

Matthew snatched the phone and began reading the messages aloud. "'Hey No. Hey. What ya doin? Dusting and cleaning with my siblings. That sounds boring, miss you' Kissy face emoji. Very subtle."

I rolled my eyes, snatching my phone. Harper was my "girlfriend". We hadn't made it official, but we were practically dating. We hung out all the time at school, and her and I were always hanging out after school.

I texted back 'miss you too, gtg, byeeee😘' and then realized that Jackson was still looking over my shoulder. He started hysterically laughing, and I shoved him off of me, trying to hold in my own laughter.

I was starving.

I hadn't eaten since last night, and it was now 2:27. 

I could tell the hunger was hitting my siblings hard, too. They were laying limp around the bedroom on their phones. Usually at least a few of us would be laughing hysterically, and showing the others videos, but not today. Elle even looked sick.

"I'm going down stairs to get food," I decided before I could chicken out.

"You're crazy," Matthew immediately said, looking up from his phone.

"Incorrect, I'm hungry, and I'm going to get some food from the fridge. I didn't realize it was illegal to eat in my own house." I tried to lighten up the room with the joke, but it didn't do much good.

"You're going to get yourself hurt, Noah, and that's the last thing we need right now." Jackson said, trying to carefully choose his words to not anger me.

"Yeah? But I'm hungry, and I know you guys are too. I'm not going to let him starve us." I got out of my spot on the bed.  "I'll be back."

"Don't die.." Matthew muttered, going back on his phone.

I walked down the stairs, practically tip-toeing in fear that someone would hear me. When I got to the wall that separated the stairs from the living room, I peered around to find my dad and my mom watching TV, my dad touching my mom in spots.

I shuddered, and knew as long as I stayed quiet, they wouldn't notice me. I quietly walked to the kitchen, stepping carefully over the squeaky floorboard and shuffled until I was looking directly at the fridge. This was the hard part.

I opened the fridge as quietly as I could, cringing when the hinge barely made a sound. I peered through the pass-through window, and my parents hadn't noticed. I hurried and grabbed a bag of rolls, a pack of fruit cups, and two bottled water, then I shuffled as fast as I could back up the stairs, breathing hard when I reached the top. I walked into the bedroom, holding the food with a smile on my face.

My siblings immediately got up and saw what I had. 

"You didn't get caught!" Jackson exclaimed, taking a fruit cup and eating it. (A/N: do you guys eat your fruit cups with a fork or do you just eat it by dumping it into your mouth? Lemme know, I'm curious)

Elle and Matthew also got some food, and we ate while huddling in the corner, trying to hide the evidence.

Alright guys, what did you think? Any suggestions I'd be willing to take as long as its phrased nicely :) thanks and enjoy, babes ✌