Fighting Back

Chapter 7 - Unexpected Events

Previously: 'He pondered over this thought before being interrupted by a scream coming from Katrina's room...'

Noah desperately wanted to run to his sister's room to find out the problem, but that would mean his parents would find out that he woke up too early (which was of course another thing they disliked). With a deep sigh of irritation, he sat with his ear pressed against the door, trying to listen to what was being said.

"Oh Kat, what is it?" he heard his mother say. He heard sobs coming from Kat, and then:

"I'm such an idiot! I left my stone out there and now there's BLOOD on it!"

Now Noah felt like a fool. He had upset Katrina by ruining her rock, and completely forgot that it was an obsessions of hers to keep her collection squeaky clean, almost to the point where you could see your reflection in them.

"Well ha did this blood get there, d'ya kna?" his father replied with his thick London accent. "Must've been that idiot across the 'all!"

Noah heard his heavy footsteps pound against the floorboards, and prepared himself for a beating, if not more than that.

"OI!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "YOU GET AAT THERE, AND APOLAGIZE TO THIS LADY, OR I'LL..."

Silence. Muttering. Loud whispers.

"Erm... my apologies, Noah. Please come aat 'ere, so we can 'ave a mature chat about this."

The boy sat still in utter shock. How had his abusive foster father suddenly turned from... well... abusive, to polite and calm? What had all the muttering been about?

"Are ya deaf, boy? I SAID..." Once again, the old man had been cut off by someone else, and another voice took part in the conversation.

"Stop it! Remember what I said." It was undoubtedly his mother; he could tell by her posh, almost Victorian voice. But why on earth did she care about him? She was never like this. Sometimes she could treat Noah worse than her husband did.

Noah managed to stand up, trembling, and unlock the door, slowly pulling it open. He managed to squeeze out a "Yes?" The anxious boy expected a reply from his father, but instead his mother once again spoke.

"Noah. I would like you to follow me to the kitchen for a chat, please." The woman tried to sound friendly, but Noah could still hear the edge in her voice, the sound of a person who could burst out into a rant at any time.

He obediently followed her all the way to the kitchen, where there were a few dirty mugs and an untouched bowl of cereal. The two stared at each other, creating a huge sense of awkwardness and a silence that could be cut with a knife.

"Following recent events, we have made a decision about your residence here. Yesterday, you were constantly misbehaving like you were brought up in a barn, leaving the door open like that. What did you think you were doing?" she asked, raising her voice. After clearing her throat, she carried on. "However, I do agree that your father was wrong to act like that."

What? This, coming from the woman that would often threaten to lock Noah outside during a storm and never let him in again?

"Anyway, that's far from the point. We, as a family, have decided that you have two weeks left here. Then, you will be passed onto another family." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself. "Yes, I think that's the right decision. We can't be having you causing a riot in this household any longer. Good boy," she hesitantly patted Noah on the head, before leaving the room, whilst the boy sat there in shock, wondering whether he should be ecstatic or downright depressed.

(A/N: Hello again! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It's quite short, I guess, but do you think there's too much dialogue? If so, please comment down below!

Also I didn't expect to be making two chapters in one day! I might make another one today, who knows?In the words of Tigger, ta ta for now!

Alison x

P.s. Whoops! I accidentally voted for my own chapter...)