The Perfect Family

25. Noemi was as guilty as the rest of us.

Noemi sits at her office desk, twisting her foot underneath, biting on the pen she was writing with thinking of how to get Orson released.

A knock was sounded at her office door as her assistant brings in Nero.

"They way you've been acting, I don't know if you should be admitted right next to Orson."

Noemi says coldly but sarcastically as she puts her pen down looking at Nero.

"Shit is pretty bad and I'm going through it, if it's not hard to believe."

Sitting on the couch, Nomei gets up sitting by Nero looking at him.

"Orson will be out, I promise," Is all that Noemi says while patting Nero's hand.

Nero takes hold of her hand pressing it against his chest as he's a little tipsy.

"You should go home and sleep off the alcohol coming off from your pores."

Smiling low, Nero nods, "You're one hell of a psychiatrist."

Noemi shrugs, "It's a gift, maybe a curse sometimes."

Nero looks at Noemi with eyes she would expect if he was sober, so when he did lean in and kiss her, she wouldn't feel like it was just the liquor controlling his actions.

Deepening the kiss, Nero has her sit on his lap, wanting her to straddle him until she stops him.

"Not here... and you're drunk Nero." Noemi says but Nero looks up at her trailing his hand down her face to her neck, "I think it's the perfect time to," Kissing her jaw he trails to her chest having Noemi give in little by little.

"Nero," Noemi says sensually, having him continue beginning to take charge but gets interrupted by another knock on the office door.

Noemi gets off Nero adjusting her shirt and skirt walking over to open it.

"Yes?" Noemi says, clearing her throat.

"There's someone here looking for you by the name of...damn it I could have sworn I would remember."

The assistant says trying to recall the stranger who is waiting to see Noemi.

"I'll be out in a minute," Noemi gets ready to close the door but stops when the assistant says, "Westin, his name is Westin."

Noemi's heart ached with panic even though she was an adult now, the child in her quivered with overwhelmingly terror.

"I-uh–okay i'll be out," Noemi quickly says, slamming the door trying to hide the panic attack that's circulating inside of her.

Nero takes notice and stands walking over to her.

"What? Who is he? Do you know him?" Nero asks, looking at Noemi.

"Leave. Please." Noemi says now sitting back in her chair.

Nero tries to go over to her but she stops him saying, "I'll get Orson out, but you have to go. Now."

Taking the hint, Nero leaves looking at the stranger sitting in the waiting chair, taking a mental snapshot to find out why he made Noemi freaked out the way that she did.

"Right through there," Noemi's assistant says as she smiles.

Westin walks in with a short smile then drops it looking at Noemi wretchedly as he sits in the chair in front of her work desk.

"I've killed. I've threatened. Yet I had to come and find you either way. Tell me why exactly?"

Westin says low while taking a switchblade out his wool coat pocket.

"Anything you do to me, you will be brought to justice."

Westin chuckles sinisterly, "Justice? You want to talk about justice? Me killing that whore of a "mother" you had was the real justice. She took you away from me and for what? To live a better life? You will never live a better life without me!"

Noemi flinches at his tone but stays firm.

"She was a good woman who knew what type of person you were. If we stood with you, we would have been dead sooner."

Westin shakes his head while raising the switchblade up to Noemi's desk.

"You pathetic little girl. Dead? No. I would have enjoyed tearing every little innocence you had just for the pure satisfaction that you would have begged to have me kill you. That's the real death I would've really enjoyed, the death of your innocence."

Noemi nods, "Sounds to me like you have the tendency to think and act as a psychopath. Have you ever been diagnosed before?"

Westin stands grabbing Noemi's throat, pressing the switchblade against it, leaving a small trail of blood to form where it is.

"Don't try and fucking play doctor on me. What I want from you is to quit this job, go out to the parking lot and write a suicide letter so my part won't be as hard."

Noemi makes sure the recorder is still on until Westin notices what she's doing.

"You fucking rat!"

One quick glide and Noemi's neck is cut a few centimeters from her right ear almost to her left.

Blood pours out like a waterfall would, making it unbelievably difficult to keep from spilling out.

Noemi's assistant walks in after hearing Westin yell, seeing what has been done she calls an ambulance and police.

"Oh god! Oh god! Noemi!"

Trying to keep pressure with her own silk scarf she had on, the assistant prays silently while keeping Noemi from closing her eyes.

In the midst of all the commotion, Westin found a way out and into the shadows like he's always been until now.

Paramedics rush in taking over while having the assistant talk to the police to get any information they could to find whoever did this horrendous crime.

"All he said was his name was...Westin...that's all...oh god—I let him in...I did this to her."

The assistant cries heavily, holding herself against the wall, shocked with the memory of Noemi bleeding out.

The cops try to have her settle down and when they do they get back to the precinct and look up the name Westin.

At the Reed's Nero tries calling Lainey after hearing the attempted bombing with his dad and sister but also gets a call about Noemi.

While retaining all that's being told to him, he thinks to himself, Noemi was as guilty as the rest of us.

Hanging up he leaves only having time to handle one issue at a time still rattled by the information on Noemi and what happened but his family came first.