FIXING YOU

F O U R

• Noah's POV •

While shuffling my socked covered feet through the kitchen I was mentally preparing for whatever my father would have to say on this Tuesday morning. I've been hidden away in my suite, avoiding his calls and anyone else's since Sunday. I rose up on my tip toes to peek through the peep hole, furrowing my eyebrows when I didn't see my father but black bangs, green eyes and a pantsuit?

"Who is it?" I called through the door combing my bed head out with my acrylic nails.

"Sarah Marshall. I'm with MPD. Is this Noah's Hayes residents?"

"MPD?" I questioned.

"Miami Police Department." I was afraid she'd say that. "Could I ask you some questions?"

"Um.." I thought about what to do, should I let her in? She knows I'm here now so I can't just ignore it, can I?

"Are you going to open the door or will I have to come back with a deputy?" I rolled my eyes at the attitude in her voice, I guess I can't ignore her.

I'll just answer her questions and hopefully be done with this. I know what it's about and I haven't spoke to my father so his lawyer can't handle it for me but that's alright 'cause I can handle it, can't I? I inhaled a breath and exhaled it as I opened up the door. I came face to face with her piercing green eyes, boring pantsuit and her bangs? Let me stop...

She welcomed herself in with a lip stick smile plastered on her face. I glanced down at her heels that clacked against the marble floor, it's a habit of mine to check out other ladies shoes. Hers are cute. She was showing herself the living area when I asked if she wanted something to drink, I figured it was the polite thing to do since I wanted one myself.

She turned around so her body faced me in the kitchen but her eyes traveled all around my suite, there is many things to look I suppose, like paintings and pictures of people and I over the years. I love to decorate.

I was standing with the refrigerator door open awaiting her answer when her eyes finally met mine again. I suddenly felt subconscious of how my messy bed head must look so I pulled my hair up in a ponytail using the hair tye I always keep on my wrist.

"I'm sorry, did you ask something?" She scrunched up her face, walking toward the high counter top.

"I asked if you wanted something to drink?" I referred to the open refrigerator I stood at.

"Oh," she chuckled. "I'll have one of those waters." She pointed with her French manicured finger. I spun around grabbing two Figi waters then closed the door as I walked over to her. My mouth was dry and had the nasty sleep taste being I had woken up less than thirty minutes ago, so I twisted the cap off and chugged some of the chilled water down feeling a bit refreshed and ready for whatever questions she had to ask.

I held the bottle in my hands picking at the label with the tip of my nail, which I realized I certainly needed to get done but that involves going out there. I glanced at the wide window in my living room the thick curtains blocked out any sunlight from coming in, it matches my mood.

"So," her soft voice brought my eyes back to the water bottle in my hands. "You know why I'm here, right?"

"Of course." I mumbled. She was here to ask about the whole Cole, rest his soul, situation. It's really crazy, really real. I haven't cried over it since that shower at Elle's, but it leaves me speechless with a ache in my heart.