Made To Be Broken

Here To Stay

“Desperate for changing, starving for truth

I'm closer to where I started, I'm chasing after you

Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete

I'll take your invitation, you take all of me

There's nothing else to lose, there's nothing else to find

There's nothing in the world that can change my mind

I'm falling even more in love with you

Letting go of all I've held on to

I'm standing here until you make me move

I'm hanging by a moment here with you

I'm living for the only thing I know

I'm running and not quite sure where to go

And I don't know what I'm diving into

Just hanging by a moment here with you.”

- Hanging By A Moment, LIFEHOUSE

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 “I have to talk to him, dad.” Desperation was seeping in. He needed to see Noble, face to face. If he could just talk to him, look in his eyes...touch him...he was sure the guy would come with him. Just take him out of this place – and fuck anyone who didn't like it. Maybe that was being selfish, but if selfishness saved Noble from the stress and bullshit that had become Patrick's undoing...then to hell with everyone else. Jonah didn't give a fuck. Noble would not suffer Patrick's fate – even if it meant alienating his dad as well as everyone else

“Jonah.” Mason sighed, his lips tight. “You can't just rush in.”

“Why?” Jonah asked tightly. “Why can't I?” He jabbed his finger at the air. “They're going to have his mind so fucked up he won't even know who he fucking is. How is he supposed to make a rational, clear headed decision with Rebecca and the rest of those fucking hypocrites ramming shit into his head?”

The man rubbed his hand slowly over his mouth and sighed again. “Son, I know how you feel about such programs – and I agree with you wholeheartedly – but you need to also keep in mind that many of these people truly believe they are helping, and doing God's will. They're misguided...but they aren't all of them bad people.”

“You know what, dad?” Jonah released a hard breath. “I get that, I do. But do you realize how many people have been harmed – even killed – in the name of God? By those who believed they were wholly in God's will?” He shook his head, his hand snaking to the back of his neck and rubbing hard. “But dead is dead. All the fucking good intentions behind the tragedy don't change a fucking thing. Patrick's fucked up parents surely thought they were doing what was best for him too. But you know what?” His throat tightened, anger and pain pushing tears into his eyes. “He's still fucking dead.”

His dad rubbed his eyes.

“I'm sorry you have to be caught in the middle of this, dad.” Jonah said quietly. “I don't mean to cause you more stress, I know you're trying to keep all of your family together and at peace.” he shook his head slowly, chest squeezing. “But if because of her problem with me – Rebecca pushes Noble over the edge...I swear to God, dad – I will wring her fucking neck. And I don't mean maybe.”