Meeting The Light

Chapter 24

~Chap. 24~

Noah's P.O.V

     I stared at the thing that lied on my disk, contemplating whether I should give it back just yet or no. It was Roxy's dream catcher. Well, apparently she forgot it with me. However, I didn't know if it was the best idea to give it to her right now.

     What if she thought I was a clingy stalker and that I didn't give it to her on purpose, when I actually forgot?

     I pursed my lips. It pissed me off how I've been acting like a cunt for a while just because I liked her. I should probably man up.

     I got up and picked the dream catcher that belonged to Roxy as I made my way to the window. I swung my legs over the windowsill, and soon I was crawling my way over a tree branch, heading towards her window. I was surprised to find that the window was left opened behind the curtains. I looked around the room in confusion, it was dark and empty.

     "Roxy?" I called out, but there was no reply. My eyes darted towards the door, it was left opened. I took long strides towards it, when I was suddenly startled by piercing the noise of shattering glass. It was coming from downstairs. I walked out of the door quickly and the noises were clearer, now. 

     From the hallway right in front of the room's door, I could hear the noises of things breaking and smashing loud and clear, as the continuous pleas of 'stop' rose up in the air. I froze in my place when I recognized her voice.

     I found my legs involuntary running, taking me downstairs. I didn't care what I was doing or who else was there. All I knew that there was someone hurting Roxy. And I had to deal with it.

     When I was at the bottom of the stairs, my eyes widened in horror and I stood still. The dream catcher fell from my fingers, hitting the floor.


     Pieces of broken glass that belonged to mirrors and bottles was scattered around, and the smell of alcohol reeked off the place. Roxy was lying on the ground, her face stained with the blood that was oozing from her nose, her lower lip, and her forehead. There were wounds and bruises all over her body, and she looked so weak.

     There was a man who looked drunk; I assumed that he was her father. And he was hitting her, not listening to her pleas. I winced when I saw him walking towards her again. He grabbed her by the hair and slapped her so hard that the sound echoed through the walls of the house.

     "Didn't I warn you? That's what you get for ruining the world with your existence! You should feel horrible, because you are nothing but a filthy loser!" he yelled, his ears were red and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked so scary. I wanted to go ahead and punch him, but I was frozen in my place.

     He let go of her hair and started kicking her. She was hugging herself, begging him to stop, but he only kicked her stomach even more.

     "She told you to stop!" I exclaimed, a mix of fear and anger filling my voice. To me, this felt unreal. The sight was so horrible that it made my heart twist in pain. I could even feel tears forming in my eyes, which was weird.