Dance with me

Chapter Twenty Six - Searching

Okay, so I've been expecting to write this chapter since the beginning and after some days thinking about it, I changed a lot of things and for everybody's surprise: I'm writing Noah's POV!

I don't know if this is a good idea but I guess it will clear things out and you'll get to know more about him. He's a good guy, after all!

Hope you like it!

[NOAH'S POV]

Chapter 26

When I got out of Ella's room I knew where I had to go but I just didn't have the strenght to do so.

I still can't believe what I saw. That letter.

I haven't sent it. I would never do such thing to her. She was my best friend. She still is.

Reading those words, seeing my signature at the bottom, watching her reaction, I never thought I could be more angry than I am right now.

I had to go somewhere. I had to search for the truth.

Without even bothering to go through my dorm, I called my assistant Jane and asked her to arrange me an emergency flight.

Then immediatly I drove to the airport and when I got there the jet was already waiting for me.

It was a three hour flight but it looked like twelve. The sooner I did what I had to do, the sooner I would be able to go back and explain everything to Ella. I didn't like the fact that I left her crying in her room but I hoped she would forgive me after I explained that I wasn't the one who wrote the letter.

After four years believing the girl I loved stopped caring about me, I find out that she's just doing what I 'supposedly' told her to.

I blamed myself.

All these years I blamed myself for never having the courage to go back to her. To look for her.

I was a coward. A huge one. And just because I took too long to realise it, things got the way they were.

But I wasn't the one to blame. Not completely. Neither was she.

I haven't sent her that letter. I would never write those words. I would never end our friendship. And I know she wouldn't too.

But now I know who would and this changes everything.

Probably my entire carreer will be ruined after I go out of the car and enter the house I once called mine.

And just because my 'mother' is there it makes things a lot worse.

I still can't believe. And that's why I have to go there and talk to her.

I sighed deeply and walked to the front door. My keys were already on my hands so I unlocked it and entered the house.

Just as I imagined, my mother was on the couch watching one of my shows and drinking scotch.

"Dear God, you scared the crap out of me." She said surprised and sounding drunk. I stayed where I was and waited for her to come to me. And so she did.

Her breath was pure alcohol and her hair and make up were a mess.

"We need to talk." I told her sternly.

"Why don't you get some rest first? It's late!" She said motioning to the couch.

I stood there looking at her, trying not to blame her, trying not to get out of here and leave her alone.

"I'm not taking too long." I answered her after a few moments. She looked confused.

"What is it that you could 't tell me by the phone, then?" She asked sipping her drink.