Texting A Stranger//Foah {COMPLETED}

T H R E E

{Three weeks later}
1:30am

noahschnapp
Finn?

2:13am

noahschnapp
Finn, I need to talk to someone right now. You're probably asleep but please I'm not breathing right

4:48am

finnwolfhardofficial
NOAH! Noah are you ok??

noahschnapp
No..

finnwolfhardofficial
What's wrong?

noahschnapp
I'm dizzy finn. My dad. He abuses us. All of us.

finnwolfhardofficial
Does 'all of us' mean your family??

noahschnapp
Yes what do I do

finnwolfhardofficial
Go get a drink, water ideally.

finnwolfhardofficial
Noah?

noahschnapp
I got a drink. I feel a bit better. I've locked myself in my room. What now?

finnwolfhardofficial
I'll phone you.

noahschnapp
No finny that costs money.

finnwolfhardofficial
I don't care you need me.

Noah's phone lit up with the picture Finn had sent him. Hesitant, he answered it.

"Hello."

"Hi, Noah. Wow. Your voice is as cute as you. Shit." Finn said, causing Noah to giggle slightly. "Right so what does your dad do."

"Hang on." Noah shoved clothes by the crack at the bottom of the door to muffle noise. "Before I speak I want you to not say anything until I'm finished. Clear?" Finn hummed in response. "I'll make it quick. He hit us with bats, he calls us names, me mainly. On really bad days he'll have random explosions at us. Never pays attention to us otherwise, he doesn't even know our-"

"NORRIS!" Noah dropped his phone on the floor. Finn heard this thud and started yelling for Noah. There was banging on the door. "Nick, open up right now!" Noah grabbed his phone and went to the edge of his bed furthest away from the door.

"Bye, Finn." He whispered then ended the call. The door broke down, and just as Noah was about to lock his phone, Mitchell took it.

"Who were you talking to, boy?"

"No-no one." Noah said quickly and quietly. Mitchell scrolled through Noah's recent phone calls and clicked on 'Finn💜'.

"Who is Finn? And why is his number so strange." He questioned, giving Noah a glare.

"He's a friend from school. He moved from Canada." Noah responded.

"Why the heart?" He was now leaning closer to Noah's face.

"It's-it's a joke! He set his name like that and I haven't had time to change-"

"Nathan look, I'm fine with you liking boys. But whatever happens, DON'T turn into a stereotypical gay man where he's all feminine and shit." He warned.

"You're ok with me being a bit gay?" Noah asked, feeling weight lift off his shoulders.

"Yes. I was gay around your age but my parents sent me to therapy and I've never really felt the same way towards boys."

"Th-thank you, Dad."

"Anytime, son." Mitchell ruffled Noah's already messy hair then walked out his room. "Go to sleep boy. You have school tomorrow."