Kiss the scars goodbye

what happened to Noah?

A/N TW- Abuse is mentioned a lot in the chapter so if you get triggered easily by this then skip to the next chapter....

Noah was brutally beaten by his sick minded parents since he can remember. However long that was, he always remembered a time when everything was okay and not broken; where peace was made not war, a time when his parents worked and didn't get drunk. However, after they'd won the lottery, winning £10,000,000 they left their jobs and celebrated by buying a lot of drinks; lager, cider, chardené, wine of varies flavours and brands. From here was when it went down hill. Noah parents fought a lot after that and most of their money was wasted on a variety of things such as drugs, alcohol, cigarettes etc... meaning they were unhappy. It was Noah's Dad that hit him first when he was only the age of five, from the drug and alcohol use and then his mum started drinking until she passed out. Eleven years since the first beating and this one was the worst. Both parents took their anger out of Noah and if he raised his voice or anything he'd be forced to sleep out in the shed. When he met Nathan he thought he could be a little braver, however for those two weeks he'd been sleeping out in the rotten, sodden, musky shed in the freezing, cold temperatures of night. That day however, he went to get ready for school as he knew Nathan was gonna be waiting. Shit! He turned around and saw his giant of a dad standing behind he booming out into his face "Where the hell are you going?". Noah was too anxious to reply so he just stood there gulping in fear of what there to come. Suddenly he was lifted by the collar and close to his dads face; close enough to smell the scent of whiskey, lager and vodka in one. He was launched across the room making him smash into a cupboard of plates, glasses, mugs and knives. Noah didn't want anything to happen so he tried to pick himself up, only to find in his horror he intoxicated dad running towards him. In a blink of an eye he had a massive, paw to he face twice, three, four, five times knocking him into unconsciousness, laying there with blood spewing out from his entire body and probably had some cracked ribs. 

When he woke he rubbed his head after blinking a couple times, he'd been knock out for over twenty minutes. He tried to sit up and tried to push through the pain, he winced and groaned at the pain and before he knew it he was being picked up again and kicked to the floor. This time by his mother. She wasn't very pretty, he drawled a lot and she was quite chubby around the ass and stomach. But no matter how much she beat Noah she was merely weaker than his dad but if you said a word to argue she'd slap you before you could say sorry. "You worthless piece of shit get up!!" She hawked at Noah who was cradling his leg protecting his belly and chest. He went to stand up but was obstructed by a muscular figure standing above him. His dad looked down on him with a knife in his hand. It was a massive piece of weaponry, probably about eight inches of hard, cold, flesh cutting metal. "Stand up child before I use this on you and I won't regret it!" He roared and the cowering child under him. Noah rushed standing up fighting the pain and ran up to his room. He didn't slam the door, if he did then he knew his dad would be on his ass again trying to stab him and kick him. He grabbed his biggest suitcase from his wardrobe and started to pile clothes, sprays, shower gel into in. He checked his phone, "Shit two missed calls and four texts from Nathan" He texted back but as he went to send his phone came up with the low battery power and shut itself down. For god sake nothing is going right today! He screamed in his head. He shoved a charger into his rucksack along with headphones and a few teddies that meant the most to him. He silently crept out onto the landing to see if his parents were in or out. He heard his dad shriek and Noah instantly ran into his room closed to door quickly and quietly, opened his window which was on the low floor so he didn't hurt himself more and ran with all his stuff. He didn't where he was going, he only knew who he wanted to see and that they'd help him. Nathan. Noah ran as quickly to his school, climbing over the gates making sure not to get caught by the shitty cameras that probably didn't work, but still caution needed to be in place. He ran to the tree where he'd usually be at lunch and waited. He'd tripped up on the way and skimmed both of his knee. They were really stinging now, along with the rest of his both, but he wanted to be brave for Nathan. He could help but to cry at the thought of Nathan leaving him when he hears what happened. Now Noah was in absolute tears, they were streaming continuously until heard a deep, strong voice and he instantly knew it was the boy he was in love with; he was so perfect, he couldn't see Noah like this but Nathan proceeded to care for Noah like a baby kissing his scars and making sure he was okay. He offered Noah a place at his and he knew he'd be safe at Nathans; Nate had a kind heart, a peaceful heart that showed kindness no one knew about as everyone just made fun of him for being friends with someone like Noah. He called Noah baby and it felt like heaven to Noah. Wait what did he just say? He loves me? why?  Nathan was now leaning into Noah and Noah did the same meeting him halfway for the most passionate kiss and Noah's first kiss. From that moment Noah knew he was going to be in safe hands for a while...