Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Eight

Note - I made this entire chapter in Noah's POV. As the author, he's my best character so far. I love him! Plus, the character he's portraying is my biggest crush ever.

Noah Thompson - Israel Henry.

~°Noah's POV°~

I sit in the car and I am well aware everyone wants to say something but we are all too ashamed to. Dad pulls over in front of the house and we come down, silent stares at each of our faces. I slide my bag to my shoulder once more, sigh and close the door.

I walk into the house, right after Mum and Dad and pray to the heaven's they don't crucify me unnecessarily. But i'm a hundred percent sure they will.

"Noah, don't pretend as if nothing happened. Come down here," Dad says and I stop dead in my journey upstairs. I pause for a while, hiss and come back down.

"Sit," Mum gestures and I fall to the couch, staring at both of them with no emotions in me.

"Noah, since when did you become a fighter?" Dad asks, his head up to me and his hands together.

I take a deep breath before answering, "Since I realized it's the better way to do things. You told me to fight for what I want, Dad. You taught me to. I'm sorry for being such an excellent learner," I reply and bend my head to the floor.

"Noah, I never told you to became a beast. I never said - "

"Maybe he found his beauty," Mum chips in with a beaming smile, staring at me. I want to blush but I don't feel the need to. I just straighten my face.

"Mum, no. I - "

"Noah, stop. You can't lie. It's because of a girl. I know that for a fact," Mum says sternly and I look at her with my eyes, pleading her to stop as I tap my feet impatiently on the floor.

"What's going on?" Dad asks, staring at the both of us in confusion.

"Dad, sorry but I don't think i'm the one that needs lecturing. He is at - "

"Noah stop!" he spits angrily, raising his voice at me.

"You are not my dad and I don't appreciate your tone!" I yell angrily, widening my eyes at him and standing up immediately.

"Noah, watch your tone!" Mum barks angrily. I sadden for a moment, regretting my words and wondering how mum feels.

"I'm sorry, mum. I'm just - " I sigh and run upstairs without uttering another word.

"Noah!"

"Noah gt back here!" I hear them call but I ignore as I slump on the bed.

I feel bad. Really bad, because I know I hurt Mum by saying that to her new husband but I couldn't hold it anymore. I just needed to let it off.

There has been a fire burning hot in my body and soul since that man stepped into the house. How mum wiped away all memories of dad and ridded the pictures of our greatest memories in the fire place. Every time I light it up, I can still see dad holding mum tight at her waist and kissing her softly on her neck. I can still see dad teaching me to ride a bike when I was ten and sending me off to school every single day. I can still see him in my dreams, even. I see him everywhere. Even in myself. Too bad i'm his replica. Everytime I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but try to pull him out of me and hug him tight, one last time. Have a beer with him while talking about women one last time, and get angry at him one last time but I can't. It's just me, mum and the other man.

"I know you're in the worst mood...."

I sit up on the bed and feel water while I'm at it.

"They're just tears. Don't panic," Mum says with a smile and walks over to me.