nwe book 2

"Will you rather confirm a truth that you already know. Or believe a lie you want for the sake of your peace? " Here is a thing about truth. No matter how much you are aware about it the conformation are the most hardest part. You want to hear anything but the reality because you don't want to go through that gut wrenching feeling and the thought of how to overcoming it ones there is a conformation. In my heart I wanted to deny that Noah had anything to do with what everything that was wrong with my life. I wanted to tell my heart it was one of my crazy thoughts and that I was probably tired, I so badly wanted everything to fall into pieces and the boy who took care of me , who was so kind to me wasn't involved in any of this in anyway. I had come to know him for a little while but still I didn't want to pin the blame on him. It didn't make any sense how he had far more involvement in my life than I was aware of. I was leaning on the sink , my whole body quavered with the pain I was feeling. I felt used and betrayed. The faucet kept running but I wasn't mentally present here. I was somewhere far away trying to dodge reality. Noah? What if I got it all wrong? Maybe I misunderstood the situation completely. Maybe I was missing out something or maybe what my heart and mind said it was the ultimate truth ? There were so many possibility. With a new found strength I came to a conclusion. I was going to see Noah. I was going to see him face to face and ask him about it otherwise I found forever be in dark. But what if he was behind all of it? What if he hurt Stefan than wasn't he dangerous? Was I risking too much by a face to face confrontation. I hoped for the best and sent a quick prayer to the Lord. I prayed for my safety and for my intitutions to be my feelings rather than the truth. After I got his house address from one of his friends. I told Ryan to drive me home. The moment the car stopped at the front I hoped out of the car in a hurry to get some necessary things so I would head over to his address when Ryan called out to me. "Nina-"I was so lost that I ignored his calling unintentionally. When he called again . This time breaking me out of my train of thoughts. " Nina." "Yeah?"I turned to face him. "You okay?" " Yeah - Ye - I mean yeah I am completely well. " "Then why do you look like as if you have seen a ghost? You are paler than ever- If you aren't well than let me stay over." This makes me panic what if he sees that I am leaving? What if he realizes something was wrong. I didn't want to risk his life if something bad befalls on me. I already have that burden of many lives on my shoulder. He didn't deserve what happened to Stefan, neither he deserve what was happening to me. "You should leave- I am well. It's just that mom is coming over today and I don't know if I an ready for this." He stood in front of me and reached his hand forward. I closed my eyes tightly fearing he was going to hurt me but than I felt the warmth of his skin as it touched my forehead. "You are having fever I hope you take good rest." "Thank you for your concern. Really I appreciate it. Don't worry I will take good rest before she returns. Take care of yourself." " I will Ms. Prince. You take care of yourself too and my number is on your dial- call me if you need anything." " I will - Thank you for always caring about me. I am blessed to have a friend like you." His rich husky voice rang out. He smiled sweetly at me than saluted me with his two fingers and sat in his car , then drove away. My first mission was to look for my phone. I was going to need it for the confrontation. I looked for it everywhere but I couldn't find it. As I was walking to my closet something had me stopping at my track. There was Noah's Coat- I think he forget it at my home. And from inside of one of his pockets my phone was peeking out. It was here all along. My fear was confirmed when I saw it was switched off. Did he switch it off? So he was lying all along. Someone had messed with the landline too. There were something’s missing from the house some pictures of mine and some personal things. I was overcome with sense of disgust. Was it his doing? I hoped he wasn't a creep. Later that Day: I arrived at his place. He lived in far quite place of the town. Not many people lived closed to him. The only houses that I saw were a handful and miles away from his place of residence. The only house on his street was abandoned- So technically it was just him who lived here. This should have been a warning for me of the events to come but I guess I ignored the warning bells that were ringing in my head. But I set aside all the warnings with the excuse that it wasn't easy to get houses in this street after all you have to be a billionaire like him to be able to afford one. Everyone was aware about his Millions of fortune. " I came to see Mr. Blake- " "Right this way Miss.”The security was tight around his place. But oddly enough they let me in easily - It was as if they were aware I was coming here Which was weird . I had a bad feeling about this- my conscience told me that I should make an excuse , turn the way I came and never come back here. But now that I came here I had to make things clear otherwise I was going to die out of curiosity. Maybe it was all part of my crazy imagination and he had nothing to do with it. But how could I explain why he hide my phone and told me he didn't know about its whereabouts? How could I explain about my missing belongings. Before we know it I was standing outside his office doors. The man bowed to me and then went away. I hesitated for a moment or two and then knocked on the door. " Come in-" His voice came from the other side. I gently pushed on the door and it opened. His eyes meet mine across the room. He was sitting at the desk surrounded by files and all. The room looked like a mess and it felt as if it was hit by a tornado. Things were hurled all across the room. The huge pile of books that lay on the table casually didn't have any positive effect on my tired mind. I was more shaken than before now. On the other side of the Town: The woman returned home after a long and tiring day of her work. Her house was small and in a desperate need of reconstruction. But she couldn't afford it in her current state. Her family was on money shortage. Their lives were surrounded by poverty and sickness. She worked hard and did three jobs that didn't pay a lot just to be able to afford medications and operations for her sick son's illness. Her son was bed ridden and she worked hard so she could afford medicines and food for him. Her husband on the other hand was unemployed and a drug addict. He made his and her life miserable. Deep down at times when he use to come and beat her black and purple she hoped that he die someday. That night after she returned home and hanged her coat on the coat hanger stand that was grim and torn from many places. She went to the fridge but there was nothing to eat. She had to sleep with an empty stomach tonight like yesterday. This made her sad and she had to stop herself from sobbing out loud. Putting on a facade of cheerful face she headed to her son's room. It was a small room with a window that was covered with dark curtains that were tattered. She looked around the room and the only source of furniture was an old and creaking bed a teddy bear that was in good shape and her son most prized possession. She had to save some money just to buy it for her son on his birthday. She saved every single penny by working so hard and making sure that her husband didn't get his hands on that money. Her son was laying on the bed , the tubed were still attached to him. He was covered with a blanket with teddy and planes print on it. She went over and kissed the top his head, but he didn't open his eyes. Normally whenever she came home her son will call her in his room but somehow today was different. Her son didn't respond to her calls. His skin was pale and cold when she touched him. It was as if he was very cold and to her horror she saw puddle of blood creeping out of the sheets and when she pulled them apart from him to her horror around she saw blood around him. It wasn’t a small amount but excessive and was everywhere. It was just the blanket that had covered the gruesome scene. Someone had killed her baby and his body was lying on the bed for so long. She rushed to her room to bring her husband for help and let out a blood cuddling scream when she saw him hanging from the low ceiling of their room. On the flood a bloody knife laid their staining the carpet with blood, she realized what had happened? Her husband had murdered their son and then committed suicide. She sat their holding her son's hand, begging him to come back to her. She was begging him to open his eyes. She couldn't live without him. The neighbors were woken from their sleeps due to the siren wailing in the distance. The case was ruled as one of murder and suicide. Her husband had left no note for her but the whole scene was set up in such a way that it looked like more of a suicide scene. In the distance he stood their along with others watching as the scene unfold in the same way they had staged. No single evidence of them being here was left behind. It was a perfectly staged scene. He regretted killing the sick, little child but he had to do this. The child had seen him and his other men breaking in the house looking for his alcoholic father. Worst thing was he had seen the face of one of his men so they had to kill him and then hang his father who was already passed out due to all the alcohol in his bloodstream. He knew tonight he had to go to the church and pray for forgiveness for his sins. He wished he didn't have to kill the child but it had to be done or otherwise there were consequences. It reminded him of her. He had seen her innocence in the child's eyes as the child looked at him one last time before closing his eye. He wasn't going to cry now - he had to see her tonight to keep his sanity .Being near her grave kept the monster in him leashed. She was waiting for him just as eagerly as he was to see her.