I Gave My Word

Chapter 4

Noah's POV

"It really is you" I sigh

"This is not how I wanted to meet again, me coming out of rehab" she said, whilst looking down.

"Why are you here Stacy?" I say disappointed

"It doesn't matter at the moment"

"Do you need a ride home?"

"Thanks but my boy-" she got interrupted by her phone ringing.

"Yes?.... R u fucking kidding me?.... But.... Ok whatever"

"What's wrong?"

"My boyfriend just bailed on me, he's drunk so can't drive"

"Well I guess you need that ride then"

"If its not any trouble"

I opened the door for her as she stepped in and i put her suitcase in the boot and started driving.

There was an awkward silence for a while until I broke it.

"So this boyfriend of yours, is he always drunk?" I laughed, she lightly giggled but just looked down at her lap, I decided not to ask her more because I could sense it was a sensitive topic.

"Are you sure you want to go back to him, I mean he's drunk and I'm sure thats not what you need right now" I asked concerned

"I don't know" she said "I suppose if its not much trouble"

"No its fine, moms out anyway"

"Ok, thank you Noah, I really appreciate it"

"Ummm if you don't mind me asking, how long have you been in there?"

"Just a month, no biggie" she replies

Ok now I'm nervous, I haven't seen her in years and she's already staying at my house, I don't know what I was thinking. This was stupid.

We get back to my house I realise my moms car is gone, she's out, again, like last night and the night before.

I let Stacy out and her bag out the boot.

I open the door

"Come on in, you know your way around, nothings changed" I laughed. She just nodded and  came inside dropping her bag by the door.

"I can't thank you enough for this" she smiled

"Don't worry about it, make yourself at home and I'll make some dinner"

I walk into the kitchen scouting the cupboards for food, we have non. Great.

"Thanks mom" I muttered "I'll have to do more shopping, again"

"Right" I said walking into the living room where Stacy is sat and she's put the fire "we have nothing, so take out?"

"Ye that's fine by me"

We order our pizza, Texas BBQ you can't go wrong from dominos, and sit in front of the fire. Its an awkward silence for a while until I offer to put a film on ready for when the pizza comes.

As I scan through the films on Netflix I came across insidious and smerk to myself because I remember once when me and Stacy was watching it, baring in mind she hates scary films, she did start crying. Why it made me laugh I don't know.

The pizza finally came and I put the film on and Stacy grabbed a pillow and hit her face behind it but leaving out room for her to eat and also have a little peak at the screen.

Out of no where Stacy screams so loud it could of burst my ear drums.

"Turn it of, Noah, now please please please" she begged, I did as she wished.

"Stacy, babe its ok" shit, did I just call her babe, I hope she didnt notice.

"What did you call me?"

"Huh?" I pretend to be oblivious

"You just called me babe"

"Did I? Sorry"

"No its alright"

Right now this is awkward. There was silence for a while as we ate the remains of our pizza.

"Can we put on a nice film now so I don't go to bed and get nightmares" she says

"Ye that's fine, how about" I say scrolling through the films "safe haven"

I loved this film, call me sappy but I still love it. Even though I'm a guy. She nodded in agreement so I put it on.

After a while I see Stacy beginning to nod off.

"Stacy, do you want to go to bed"

She nodded but looked too tired to walk herself up stairs so I pick her up. Wow she's a lot lighter than she used to be, not going to lie, that worries me, along with the fact she was in rehab obviously.

I carry her up to my room, which is surprisingly not messy, and place her down on my bed.

"Do you want one of my T-shirts to sleep in?" I whisper

"Yes please"

I grab one from my draws and give it to her, she asks me to turn around which I did. But I turned back around a bit too early and I notice scars upon scars around her waste and back, not to forget her ribs poking out.

"What happened to you Stacy, why do you have all those scars?"

She just sits there looking down at her lap, her back towards me and doesn't say a word, she then just lays down in my bed and closes her eyes. I decide not to pester her and to leave it. Again. I turn of the light and close the door saying goodnight in the process.

A/N

Sorry this is a really late update...