Broken Strings

Noah

The warm water runs down my body and I sigh. My head was throbbing with a headache and my throat was stingy.

The bathroom was very fancy. It had a massive mirror above a sink and everything was black and white. The shower was big and a bath was in the corner.

When I walked in, there was a warm white fluffy towell on the rack, beside the radiator.

I hop out of the shower and grab the towel and wrap it around me twice.

I squeze my hair and quickly dry it with a towel. When I look in the mirror, I look alot better.

My face wasn't as pale and my cut looked cleaner. My hair hung down my back and dripped onto the floor.

I turned around and picked up my bloody t-shirt and wrinkled jeans.

My suitcase was in the bedroom so if I could walk quickly enough, I could get to the room faster.

I opened the door just a crack and peaked out. I could hear talking from downstairs and there was a soft glow at the bottom of the hallway.

I turned off the light on my way out and hurry down the hallway.

I didn't know that anyone was there until I collided with a tall and strong body.

I snapped my head up and froze, my hair dripping uncomfortably down my back.

He had messy brown hair pushed off his face and an annoyed expression.

" Whatch where your going," he growled.

My eyes widened and I stepped back. Suddenly he grabbed my wrist and I whimpered.

A grin spread accross his face and he cocked his head to the side.

"Wait. You must be Isabelle?", he asks me, his smirk getting bigger and bigger.

I nod and he smiles even more.

"Well in that case-",

"JOSH!", barked Noah.

"Step away from her.", He orders.

Josh smiles back at me and squeezes my wrist hard before letting go.

"As you wish", He says, raising his hands up in defeat.

He turns sharply and begins walking down the hallway turning back to wink at me.

Noah glares at him until I hear the front door slam.

" You need to be more careful, Isabelle.", says Noah.

I look at him in disbelief. What the heck just hapened.

" Who was he?", I  ask.

" An old friend of ours.", he says while frowning.

" And why was he here-"

"Isbelle! Jeez, look just go get dressed and come downstairs.", he says harshly.

I nod and walk into the bedroom, slamming the door behind me.

I hear Noah sigh on the other side and then fading footsteps as he walks down the stairs.

My hands curl into fists at my side.

I don't know these people and yet I would probably trust them with my life. The least I deserve is answers.

I grab my suitcase and take out black skinny jeans, a red tee and black boots. I quickly throw my hair into a bun and make my way downstairs.

I walk confidently into the massive kitchen and sit down at the table

Carl sat across from me and Shane on my left.