Love Is Deadly

Chapter Eight

"What do you mean she's dead"? I ask and I hear him sniffle.

"She's f*****g dead Ava! Her boyfriend just called and said that he found her dead in an alleyway"! Noah screams through the phone and now he sounds like he's crying.

"I'm sorry". I say because I can't think of anything else to say.

"I'm sorry I called. I'm gonna go". And before I could stop him he hung up.

I don't know what to do or how to help him. Noah seems like a sweet guy but he lets his emotions take control over him and I don't like it. One minute he acts like he doesn't care for anything or anyone in the world but then the next, acts as if he's a lost puppy looking for a home.

I brush off the moments that just occurred and go back to sleep only to be awakened by sounds coming from downstairs.

I get out of my bed and grab my phone, walking downstairs to see my father throwing vases and other things like bottles around the living room.

"What are you doing"! I yell and he turns around and throws another vase. His eyes are piercing red and he seems drunk.

"f**k you"! He yells.

I try and run from him but he grabs a hold of me and throws me against the wall.

"This is all your fault"! He screams in my face and I'm able to get out of his grip, so I grab my keys and I make a run for the door.

As soon as I get outside I run straight to Noah's and bang on his door.

"Noah"!

The door opens revealing a girl my age with nothing but a bra and pants on, and Noah shirtless, their hair looking messy.

I don't say anything, I walk to my car feeling hurt and regret.

"Ava, Wait"! Noah shouts but I ignore as I get in my car.

I sit in my car and a tear sheds down my eye. From afar I see the girl walking out with a look of anger to her car.

A few moments later there's a knock on my car window.

I look up to see Noah and I roll down my windows, wiping my tears from my cheeks.

"Ava. Can I please explain".

"What is there to explain Noah". I huff, crossing my arms.

"Open the door". Noah gives me a pleading look and I finally give in, unlocking the car door.

He sits in the passenger's seat and doesn't say anything until I clear my throat and he looks at me, a blank expression on his face.

"Why do you care"? He asks out loud.

"What are you talking about? I don't care. It's your own house, you can do whatever you please in it". I say softly and he shakes his head.

"But Ava why do you care? Why do you care if I have another girl over? You're obviously hurt, but why"?

"You want to know why I'm so hurt Noah"?

He nods and I look out the window.

"I'm hurt because you are so sick it's ridiculous. You act fine one minute and the next minute you act like you hate the whole world. It's so f*****g confusing". I sigh and he opens his mouth to say something.

"C'mon let's go I wanna take you somewhere". Noah says opening the car door.

"Did you not hear a word I just said? And what makes you think that I want to go somewhere with you after I just saw another girl at your house"?

"C'mon let's go love I'm not going to ask you again". He says, anger laced in his voice.

I roll my eyes and finally give in as I follow Noah to his car, getting in the passenger's seat.

During the drive Noah played some music and lightly hummed to himself. "where are we going"? I asked as we passed by different neighborhoods and restaurants and many other things I never knew was in Los Angeles.

"You'll find out when we get there sweetheart" he said chuckling.

"You're not going to kill me are you"? I ask which makes him chuckle more. He puts his right hand on my thigh and looks at me. "If I were to kill you we wouldn't be able to have fun anymore would we"? He jokes and I ignore him looking out the window some more.

About 20 minutes later we arrived. It was a house. But it was abandoned.

"are you sure you're not going to try and kill me"? I asked.

"no I used to come to this house all the time when I was younger". He says getting out the car jogging lightly to the passengers side of the car and opens the door for me.

"Thank you" I mumble and he closes the door after me and holds my hand as we walk up to the door. He unlocks it and we walk in.

He first led me into the kitchen and it was shocking because it wasn't that bad. It looked a little tattered on the outside but the inside pretty nice.

The next room he showed me was the bedroom's and bathrooms. As we were upstairs I heard a strange noise come from downstairs. I got scared and jumped and he laughed.

"It's the air conditioner that makes the noise sometimes". I catch my breath after damn near having a whole heart attack. We then continue walking through the house and he soon brings me back down to the living room.

"So if you don't mind me asking, why exactly are we here". I say trying to break the awkward silence between us.

"Well, you said you seemed confused about me so I brought you here". He shrugs as we both take a seat on the couch.

"Oh". I say quietly. He brought me here and I had no option but to stay considering we took his car and we're at least an hour or so from home.

"So, ask me anything and I'll answer it".

"Why do you live by yourself"? I ask and he sighs.

"My mum kicked me out when I was 15. We were arguing about Olivia at the time and she got angry and kicked me out, so, My aunt and uncle took me in and decided to live in their trailer and give me their home".

"Wait, how did you end up out here though? I thought you were born in Doncaster"?

"Yeah I was born in Doncaster and moved when I was about 3 and stayed there until I was about 9 and Moved back to London, but now here I am a few years later". Noah shrugs.

"Where's your dad"?

"He's a deadbeat. He abused my mom and left when I was about 7, that's why I hide my emotions. I've done it for so long.". Noah says looking around.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. If it makes you feel any better my dad's kind of cray. This morning he was throwing bottles and grabbed me earlier". I say softly and Noah's eyes widen.

"How come you didn't tell me"! He shouts slightly, making me jump back a little and his eyebrows furrow.

"Sorry. It's just why didn't you tell me".

"Well, that's why I went to your house but you seemed busy". I say and Noah gives me an apologetic look.

"You hungry"? He asks, ignoring what I had just said again.

" Yeah". I mumble and he grabs my hand and we head out the house and back to his car.

"Denny's or Ihop"?

"Ihop". I say and he nods, backing out of the driveway.

The drive to restaurant was quite soft music playing in the background. I look out the window as we pass by many places. Noah again hums silently to the music and keeps his hand on my thigh the entire time, every now and then giving me a glance.

Once we get there he parks outside and gets out waiting for me to get out.

I get out of the car and give him a look as he looks at me and locks the door.

"What happened to opening my car door like a gentleman"?

"I'm not the gentleman you think me to still be". He mutters as we walk in, this time not holding hands.

Once we sit down at a table we order our drink, myself ordering a coffee and Noah ordering a beer. , I give him a sour look and he looks at me confused.

"Beer at nine in the morning"?

He shrugs and I just leave it alone, pulling out my phone and scrolling through my socials.

I see that I missed two calls from Josh and I click on the voicemail.

"Hey I don't know what happened between you and dad but he's crying on the floor, drunk off his ass, and there's broken bottles everywhere. I need an explanation as soon as you come home, love you bye".

At least he said love you. That means he still cares? Right?

My thoughts are interrupted as Noah says something.

"What do you plan to do after high school"?

"I want to be a writer. I'm planning on going to NYU and then after working at Greyhouse Publishing as a publisher and Author, what about you"?

"I want to be a musician".

"Oh yeah I remember you told me you had songs but you hadn't released them yet, has anyone else heard them"?

"No I keep them to myself". He takes a sip of beer as the waitress comes back for our orders.

"I'll have the pancake platter please". I say, and the young girl smiled and wrote it on her pad.

"How do you want your eggs"?

"Scrambled please". She writes it down and moves onto Noah's order. As we wait for the food, Noah continues to tell me about his music.

"How long have you been writing"? I ask and Noah shrugs.

"Since I was about 10. I used to write songs about how I was feeling because I was still traumatized from my dad".

"Oh that makes sense. I've written a few songs but never tried to sing them though". I say and Noah nods sipping his beer.

"Is that stuff good"?

"Yeah. It's what I'm used to. You're boring so you may not like it".

"I am not boring". I cross my arms and he laughs, holding up his bottle of beer, handing it to me.

I grab it and take a small sip, quickly pulling it away from my lips making a sour face and he chuckles.

"You don't like it"?

"No. It tastes bitter, how do you drink this stuff a lot"? I laugh and he shrugs.

"Just used to it. Been drinking it since I was 15".

"You know you can be really funny when you want to". I smirk and he gasps, giving me a shocked face.

"What do you mean when I want to? I've always been funny".

"Ok keep telling yourself that". I giggle and food is soon being placed in front of Noah and I.

"I can be funny. Why can't the flower ride his bike"?

"Why". I sigh.

"Because his petals fell off". Noah starts to die of laughter and I giggle a little.

"See, wasn't that funny"?

"No it was cheesy". I say taking a small bite of my pancake.

"Then why did you giggle". He raises an eyebrow.

"Because you tried to make me laugh and failed miserably". I smiled and he rolled his eyes.

"I still made you laugh though". He smirks, taking a bite of his sausage.

"I'm laughing at you".

"Well, let me try again".

"Fine". I huff and he smiles, clapping his hands like a little 5th grader.

"Knock Knock".

"Oh no, not a knock knock joke". I groan and he laughs a little.

"Knock knock".

"Ugh who's there"?

"Europe".

"Europe who"?

"I'm not a poo you are''. Noah falls out laughing, getting a couple stares from people in the restaurant.

"Ew Noah, I'm eating". I playfully slap him with a napkin.

"That was funny though".

"Again you failed miserably". I take a bite of my eggs and he sticks his tongue out.

I grab a piece of egg and throw it in his mouth.

He chews it and smiles. "I Scored". I smiled.

"That makes two of us". He mumbles chewing his food.

"What do you mean"?

"You said you scored and I did too. I scored because I met you...".