A L O N E

Chapter- 10

You don't wanna be rushed
You don't wanna be touched
Falling, Why don't we

Noah ended up inviting Asher and his puppets, to his birthday party.

Describing my feelings as anger would be an understatement, I don't know what I was feeling. Kinda angry kinda curious of what those boys are planning to do.

Whatever they are planning, in this game, one of us is gonna get hurt real bad.

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After cutting the engine Noah looked at me  and said,

"You know I had to do that."

"What are you planning Noah." I turned in my seat towards him, so I can face him.

"I'm not planning any thing." He said but his eyes told me otherwise.

"You're playing with fire, Noah."

"I know it's just-"

"Katherine Evans come out of that car this instant." A booming voice was heard before Noah could complete his sentence. I can decipher his voice even from miles away. The voice that made me scream and that voice that left marks on my soul. It was my father's voice.

I gulped and turned to look dad and Natasha standing there. Dad looked furious, with his forehead vein's poping and hands balled up in fist, if he would've a cartoon character there would be smoke coming out from his ears and as always Natasha was smirking.

That bitch!

On the other hand I was shaking with fear, what is he gonna do? I never feared of him, I hate showing him that I fear. But today, today is different, I'm not alone, Noah is behind me, inspecting my every move and curious of what's happening.

"It that your dad?" Noah asked curiously.

Without giving him the answer I opened the door with my clammy hands which were sweating due to fear. Oh I'm dead.

As I neared them, my heartbeat accelerates and it struggled for me to breath. Praying silently in my head that dad wouldn't do anything to me in front of Noah. I was afraid he would knew what kinda sadist parents I live with. I don't want him to pity me and see me as a weakling. That's my worst fear, people leaving me.

"Da-a-ad i-i-i c-ca-an ex-xpl-ai-i-in" I stuttered. I hate stuttering. I never stuttered in front of anyone, not even my dad. But the green-blue eyed boy staring intensely at my back made me stutter.

He grabbed some chunks of hair in his hand and furiously bring my head close to his. A sharp pain radiated in my scalp, and as my first instinct I put my hands on his hands indicating him to stop.

"Where the heck were you, a flithy piece of shit doing in a car with a boy." He yelled at my face. Some droplets of saliva landed in my face and the stink of beer oozing from his mouth, made me struggled to breath even more but that doesn't matter to me at the moment.

I heard a door closing behind me and I knew I'm in double shit.

"Hey, leave her alone" Noah shouted from where his jeep was parked and he started walking towards in our direction.

Natasha took some steps forward and glides her perfectly manicured nails on Noah's arm, and said;

"Let's go somewhere else Noah, it's none of your business by the way"

He shrugged her hand off and took a step towards me causing her to sneer.

"Katherine-"

Before he could speak more, dad turned me towards Noah so I'm facing him with my back on my dad's front and put his hand around my neck. It became more difficult to breathe now.

"Tell him to go or else......" he whispered into my ears, his disgusting breath fanning my neck. Those words I've never wanted to hear. He made me remember such memories which I wanted to buried deep, deep into my heart.

"Noah, go." My voice trembled, saying those two words where the most hardest thing to say, as I said those words Noah looked broken, like someone punched him in the stomach and knocked his breath out. I plead him with my teary eyes and whispered please in his direction.

"You sure?" His eyes soft and his hand stretched towards me. He was trembling, but why?

I just nodded, not having enough energy to speak. He nodded and turned his back, taking his bag out of his jeep he turned again and left, leaving me with my dad and  Natasha.

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Cleaning your wounds is the hardest thing in mankind. You can clean the physical wounds but you can't clean the the wounds painted in your memories.

Taking the wet cloth I cleaned the blood oozing from my arm. It was a normal thing for me, dad hitting me Natasha watching from afar and mom getting sympathetic watching him beat me.

But today, today was different. It involves him calling me slut over and over again. He never called me that, he used to beat until I was unconscious but he never called me names. Mom was crying. And Natasha, she winced when dad called me slut for the first time.

Why?

Some one's tapping on my window snapped me from my thoughts, I put the gauge away and made my way to the window, throwing the shades aside, I saw him balancing with both hands on the edge of the window.

"Noah?"

I opened the window and let him in, the next moment he was in he pulled in a hug and squeezed me tightly. Murmuring you're  okay continuously and running his finger in my hairs.

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