I felt wrong for blaming Noah after I blamed myself. It wasn’t Noah’s fault, not one bit. I needed to blame someone to make me feel less guilty. I’m the one that told Noah not to go, I’m the reason he couldn’t do it. It’s all my fault…not Noah’s. I was so angry. So unbelievably angry. All I wanted to do was smash my fist into a wall. All I wanted to do was make sure Joel paid for what he’s done.
My dad eventually came out and took the bag. He told me and Ash both to go home, but Ash refused to leave. There’s not much I can do and I need to go to the police station in the morning. “Call me when you wake up.” Ash pulled me into a hug and we pulled apart a few seconds later.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
There was no way I was going to stay in that house tonight.
When I got in my dad’s car I called Ashley. She didn’t answer on the first try, so I called again. She finally answered, “Willow, hey, I can’t talk right now—”
“I need somewhere to stay.” I interjected.
I heard her whisper something, and the sound of a door shutting. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s really hard to explain over the phone. I’ll be there in an hour or so.”
“Yeah, of course. I’ll see you in an hour.”
I hung up and started the car.
My head couldn’t wrap around everything. It’s all happening too quickly and I couldn’t grasp the handle. I wanted to tell Ash everything and my dad, too. But I couldn’t. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t. And they need to know. They need to be prepared because my mom wasn’t.
I pulled into the driveway and looked up. The door was closed and no cop cars in sight. I let go of the breath I was holding and got out of the car. I opened the door slowly, making sure there was no surprise on the other side. It was dark and quiet. The opposite of how I left it. But it’s how it’s supposed to be. Joel would go after my family before me. Just to make me suffer before he makes Noah suffer.
I flipped on a few light switches and started up the stairs. I turned on more light because I don’t like surprises. I flipped on my light switch to find a surprise. One I didn’t want right now. “What are you doing here, Noah?”
He jumped up from my desk chair and paced towards me. “I had to know what’s wrong. You’re not telling me anything.”
“Because there’s nothing you need to know.”
But he needs to know everything.
“I do, because I have no idea how what happened to your mom is my fault.”
I walked up to him and placed my hands on his chest. “I want you to leave.” I gave him a shove. It barely made him stumble back.
“Willow—”
Tears were already spilling out, cascading down my cheeks. I give him another shove. “I want you to leave. I don’t want to see you right now!”
“Willow, calm down and talk to me—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I shoved him again, but with more force as anger was pulsing through my bones. “You have no right to tell me to do anything! Get out of my house before I call the c-cops.” I sobbed. I pushed him again, but effort was little.
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The Bad Boy's Secret (Book 1)
Teen Fiction(Book 1) "What exactly did you do to get kicked out of your last school?" I felt my chest tighten when the vicious smirk played across Noah's lips. He leaned toward me in a flash, pressing me against my bedroom wall. "If I told you, I would have t...
