The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

Arielle, come on.

Arielle's PoV

"Well?" Kelly asked, looking between me and her son. Not one of us answered my dads question because as much as we hated to admit it, we would never have actually told them. I know I kept saying it but we would never have gone through with it. This is exactly why.
"No, they weren't." George answered for us.
"How do you know?" My dad turned to George, his face bright red from anger.
"I overheard her and Jason earlier, they were talking about it." George looked to me and my eyes went wide, my teeth gritting. How dare he invade my privacy.
"You were earwigging?!" I squawked.
"Jason knew?!" Dad turned to look at me again.
"Yes." My voice was quiet as I turned my attention to my feet.
"Get out." My dads voice was low and my heart sank.
"I said get out!" He screamed and I jumped, Noah's arm releasing me.
"Michael!" Kelly gasped at her fiancée.
"Just go." He looked down at the table cloth, sobbing. My heart ached for him. I knew all along that what we were doing would hurt him.

Noah's warm body headed towards the stairs, leaving me crying on the spot as I looked at George. His eyes were full of disgust as he looked at me and I pursed my lips, moving my gaze towards Kelly who was now desperately trying to comfort my father. She looked so disappointed, like she expected better from me... from Noah.
I couldn't physically move, my feet were frozen on the spot when all I wanted to do was run upstairs and pray for all of this to be some twisted sick dream but I knew it wasn't. This was real. This was my fault this was happening.

"Arielle, come on." Noah's voice snapped me out of trance, my head turning in his direction. He had a large duffel bag in his hand and a clean change of shirt.
"I-" I opened my mouth to say something but the words wouldn't come out. I was completely and utter heartbroken. I don't know how we're going to come back from this. Have I just lost my father and brother as well as my mother?
"I'm leaving. Are you coming or not?" Noah narrowed his eyes at me, trying to read what I was thinking but I doubt he had much luck. Even I know didn't know what I was thinking right now.
"Noah." Kelly tried to stop her son.
"Right, ill get it the car but if you're not there within the next five minutes, I'm leaving without you." His words stung as he opened and slammed the door shut behind him.

My body was shaking and my hair stuck to my soaking wet cheeks as I turned back to look at my little broken family.
"I'm sorry." My voice cracked.
"Believe me, I'm so sorry." I'm ugly crying at this point and believe me, it's not a pretty sight.
"We never meant to hurt you." I cried, my dad looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot red. I hadn't seen him cry since mum went. He was a strong man yet this, this has destroyed him.
"Yeah well you did." He turned his back to me.
"Just go and don't come back." I gulped at his words. As in don't come back ever?

I looked to Kelly, her eyes full of sadness and dread as she stared back at me with a small nod. This was it, they really wanted us to go.

I then heard the engine of Noah's car starting, he's going to leave without me any second.
"I'm sorry." I apologised once more before grabbing my phone from the table and running out of the house, the rain pouring down on me. Ugh, why is it always raining when something bad happens. It's just typical.

Noah noticed me and he stepped out of the car, his curls dropping over his eyes as the rain fell on them.
I ran into his arms, sobbing into his chest, wishing for this pain to go away. It literally felt like I had lost my mother all over again, except this time, it was my dad.

"It's okay." Noah spoke soothingly into my ear as he stroked the back of my head, trying to calm me down. I don't know what to do anymore. Where are we going to go from here? They don't want us back here.
"Shhh, it's okay." It wasn't okay though and he knew it. Nothing would be the same now.

I shivered in his touch, my wet top sticking to my wet skin.
"Come on." He carefully walked me round to the passengers side door of his car, afraid I'd fall into pieces if he moved me or grabbed me too fast.
The door was open in seconds and he lifted me into his arms, placing me gently into the warm car. The heat stung as it hit my cold cheeks but I welcomed it.
"I'm sorry." He pecked my forehead, shutting the door quickly and locking me in the car.
My eyes widened in realisation as I watched him head back for the house.
"Noah!" I screamed, yanking the car door handle but it was no use.
"Please! Come back here! Let's just go!" I shouted to him, bashing on the window but he didn't look back as he walked in through the front door.
"Noah!" My throat hurt as I called for him again. I coughed, kicking my feet down on to the car floor. Why can't he just leave it? They don't want to see us anymore.

I cried and cried for fifteen minutes straight until he came wandering back out again, his once clean top now looked to be stained with red wine. Or was that blood? I sat up to get a closer look at him as he walked towards me. Looks too watery to be blood. My dad was at the door, waving his hands around in the air but I couldn't hear the words he was saying. By the look on his face, they weren't good...