Joan's POV
I snatch the alcohol bottle from Noah's grip. "What's the problem Noah?"
He laughs bitterly." I'm the problem whisper. I fucked up."
"No you did not."
"You don't know what I did!" He shouts.
"I don't know because you never told me." I whisper yell.
He parts his lips to say something but stops and sigh.
I keep the whiskey bottle on the floor and place Noah's notebook on his lap.
"Please let me help you." I plead.
He remains silent and I take the silence as a yes.
Noah's POV
I rub my eyes to see where Iam. The light from the nearby street lamp pierce through my eyes. I manage to make out my surrounding. Seems like we are in ship dock.
"Sober yet?" I hear Joan's voice behind me.
"Ugh" I groan. "I wish."
"Were were you?" I ask as she stand in front of me.
She doesn't reply instead she brings out something from a plastic cover.
"Sorry." She apologizes.
I blink my eyes in confusion." For what?"
Just as the words leave my tongue I feel the contact of cold water bringing me back to my senses.
I shake my head to get rid of the water in my hair.
"Now are you sober?" Joan asks smiling innocently.
"You little devil." I grit.
She laughs handing me a packet of tissue.
"I know." She says sitting next to me.
"You know what?"
"About your dad." She says softly.
I tighten my grip around the packet of tissues.
"What actually happened Noah?"
I close my eyes recollecting the memories of my past. The tragedy that left me broken.
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My Handsome Adventure
Dla nastolatkówShe wanted secrets Whispered at midnight And road trips Without a map. But most of all, she ached for some one Who desired to explore all the mysteries Which lay sleeping within her. - John Mark Green Joan Adam's boring vacation t...
