The Revenge

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Noah's POV

I handed the Mrs. Green, the old lady, a full sleeved, black shirt and exited the room. After a while, Mrs. Green came out and I thanked her for helping me.

"Keep her safe. She's delicate and a true beauty." She grinned. With that she left and I back to my room and changed into comfortable clothes. I guess I'll have to sleep on the floor then. My poor back.

I sat on my bed and looked at her sleeping figure. Dried tears covered her beautiful face and she was curled up like a ball under my blanket. My jaw ticked and I suddenly felt very protective of her. What is happening with me?! Jesus. My hand raked her soft hair and she breathed lightly. She was indeed delicate.

Switching off the lights, I laid down on the floor and thought about her. Her tiny acts, her getting startled easily and that day when she wore my hoodie. Oh god! I'm going crazy!

In the middle of the night, someone was screaming and crying. What in the- oh shit. I turned on the lights and saw the girl yelling and crying in her sleep, "Help me. Please. Someone save me! Please. Save me." She looked so hopeless, so helpless. I sat beside her and traced my hand over her fresh tears.

"Hey, it's okay. You're okay. You're fine." I comforted her. Slowly, her eyes opened and she looked at me and whispered, "Help me."

My heart shattered at how delicate and fragile she was. She sat up and looked at me, her eyes showed that she wanted to forget, she wanted to live and be free, but her demons were winning the battle. She threw her arms around me and broke down once again. My hands ran up and down her back as she cried her heart out on my shoulder. She kept on repeating one thing, 'help me.' God. She's suffered too much. And I was the last straw. I'm the cause of all this. It's all my fault.

In sometime, her breathing became softer and she stopped crying, she was asleep. But her hands were still tight around my neck as if she was alone and needed someone. I adjusted myself on my bed and put her sleeping figure on my lap. I believe this is the second time us sleeping together. Not like that!

In the morning, I woke up with immense pain in my back and cramps. I feel like a girl on her period. Jeez. Gently, I placed the girl on the bed and slipped out of the covers.

Last night, Mrs. Green also left cookies for us. I went down and prepared breakfast, if she wakes up, she needs to eat.

My eyes widened and my breathe hitched, she stood on the stairs, my shirt reaching mid-thigh, her hair fall back, neatly and the sleeves of my shirt were long so they were drooping. She looked adorable. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, rising the shirt a little, exposing her perfect legs. Oh wow.

As soon as her eyes landed on me, all the color from her face drained and she had a deadly look in her eyes. Did she- oh god! Shit! What if she thinks that I raped her! No!

Tears welled up in her eyes and I stood up to explain myself, she backed away.

"Hey! Stop! You need to hear me out! Please. I didn't do anything wrong." I yelled as I climbed the stairs. I trapped her against the wall and my huge frame. She shrunk and her breath hitched. God. She looked so cute. Give me a break from all the cuteness, I'm going to overdose and die! With a deep breath, I started explaining myself and she listened.

She breathed a sigh of relief, the next thing she did was much unexpected. She hugged me. Like a genuine hug. As if I wasn't the reason her grams was dead. As if I wasn't the reason all that happened to her. She cried again though inserting numerous thank you's in between. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and soothed her. After a while, she calmed down and we stood in awkward silence.

I eyed her and stated, "The doctor said you need to eat and rest. And I made breakfast, come on, andlet's eat." She shot me a grateful small smile and we sat at the table.

"Who changed me?" She asked a hint of danger in her eye. "A lady who even left us cookies." I retorted.

She gave me a million dollar smile that made my heart melt, and mumbled another thank you.

We ate in comfortable silence, "Hey, what's your name?" I asked.

"Emma." She replied. Emma. That's a nice name.

"I'll get going now. Thank you for everything. But this doesn't mean that I forget my revenge! I will take my revenge!" She looks so cute when she's all riled up.

Snatching her car keys from the table, she left my house. She left me speechless. Now I was grinning like a mad man. I'm seriously going crazy! Oh god! I want to meet her again. She's crazy. NO. I'm crazy. I need help. I can't believe she left, like she was so fast that I wasn't able to stop her.