Falling - NOAH CENTINEO

ch. 28 | 911

Noah's POV

I glanced over at the clock and at this point, sleeping seemed impossible. Although it was only 3 a.m., I didn't see myself getting tired anytime soon.

I let out a deep groan and swung my legs over the edge of my bed.

Did I just lose a friend over a girl?

No, not just any girl.

Mark has been there for me through everything. He even knows that I had a crush on Blake. I just don't understand how to fix this situation.

I threw on a pair of sneakers and a hoodie over my bare chest.

Maybe a walk will wear me out.

I trudged downstairs, quietly. I tiptoed to the front door, trying not to wake anyone.

I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath in.

Even though it was springtime, the nights were cool. It felt perfect outside.

I walked down my driveway and glanced down the street. It was a familiar car parked a few houses down from Blake's.

I shook my head. There's no way its the same one.

Not wanting to take the chance, I jogged over to the car, glancing inside through the mirrors.

No...

It was Anthony's car. Empty and parked right by Blake's house.

I jogged back over to Blake's house, inspecting the windows, trying to catch and glimpse of movement in the house.

The street was eerily quiet at this hour, which made it all the more haunting to see a dark shadow pass by one of the main windows.

I quickly pulled out my phone, breaking a sweat. I dialed 911 and got an immediate response.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hi, uh, my neighbors house has an intruder in the house. Uh, someone broke in." I said, breathing heavily.

"Sir, how do you know for sure it is a break in?" She asked.

"Her ex has been harassing her lately and his car is parked outside her house. I also saw someone in the upstairs window."

"Okay, sir. What is the address?" She asked.

"321 Whisper Lane." I said, anxiously pacing.

"We're sending two officers on their way now. Sir, I do ask that you don't go into the hous-"

"Okay, thanks. Bye." I said, hanging up the phone.

No way was I gonna let Blake be alone in the house with that creep while I sat out here and waited for cops to show up.

I dialed Blakes phone with no answer along with no answer from Rita.

"Fuck it." I mumbled to myself. I jogged from my house, across the street to Blake's house.

I quietly opened the door, hoping he wouldn't hear me and I could get the jump on him.

The house felt still and cold. It had a haunting blue tint from the illuminating moon.

I looked both ways and saw no sign of him.

He had to be upstairs. I never saw him go back downstairs while I was watching from the main window.

I took my first step up the stairs, quietly. The creaky wood steps crunched under each step.

I made my way upstairs and I saw Blake's bedroom door open. My eyes widened when I finally heard a whispered voice.