Adjustments

Adjustments 11

Noah

Three hours later we pull up to her house. There's a single light on and I see her face turn pale. It's as if she is slowly sinking into her shell again.

"Thanks for everything."

"Of course." I say. Her voice starts to shake which made me angry. "Can I see your phone for a minute?" She gives it to me and I put both my house and cell phone number in it.

"If you need anything, a place to stay, someone to talk to, help, anything, you call me alright?"

"Okay." She whispers, looking down.

"Promise me!" I say firmly lifting her head up with my finger. She's hesitant.

"I have to go." She says reaching for the handle of the car door.

"Sarah." She looks at me. "Please, promise me." I begin to worry about her.

"I promise." She says. She closes the door and goes inside.

I see a shadow behind the blinds stand up. I see another shadow walk in and stand in-front of it. I know it's Sarah. I park the car, turn the lights off and take the keys out of the ignition. I watch the shadows move all over the room. The hand motions look like they are yelling at each other. One of the shadows turns around and the other picks up something that looked like a bottle. I quickly get out of the car and close the door. When I turn around to face the house I see the shadow hit the other shadow with the object. Sarah's shadow falls to the ground. I run up the stairs of the porch and ring the doorbell.

"Who are you?" Says the man who answers the door. Infuriated, I throw my fist into his face and tackle him to the ground. I hear the impact of the fall echo throughout the household. I kick the front-door closed with my foot and keep punching the intoxicated waste of a human.

Sarah

Everything's black. I hear something fall and shatter into what sounded like a million miniscule pieces. I know Noah's here, he's the only person I know who would be stupid enough to start punching an intoxicated man. I hear punches and winces. I can tell which Noah's are and which aren't. I'm getting nervous and scared. But I know Noah's intrepid.

I need to wake up. I have to tell him to stop! I feel it. I feel myself move. I heard my name and a wince. It had to be him! Come on Sarah! I can see blurred images. I see two men on top of one another and glass everywhere. I see a single punch thrown and the man on the ground ceases to move. The conscious man crawls over to my body with all of his strength, gripping his side with one hand.

"Sarah!" The man yells, aching in pain. My eyes flutter open a little more. "Thank God." He says. "Come on." He puts his hand on my back and helps me sit up.

"Are you alright? Can you see? What hurts? Talk to me." Noah says concerned and in pain.

"I-I don't know."

Noah grabs me and holds me against him with one hand. I feel a pair of perfect lips on my head as he slowly rocks me from side to side, telling me that everything is okay. I feel something cold and wet against my arm. I don't know if it's my blood or his. I just don't want him to let me go. I hear something stir in the corner. Noah's head immediately pops up and looks.

"Can you walk?" He asks.

"Yes." I reply. He helps me up and escorts me out of the house in a hurry. I notice something abnormal, Noah's limping. Ignoring his injuries, Noah puts me in the passenger seat and then he takes his position at the wheel. As my vision gets better, I look in the driver's seat and see blood stains all over his shirt, the majority on his right side. He speeds down the road.