Noah's POV

"I'm home." I call out, mostly to myself, because I know that either no one is home, or the only person who would be, won't really hear me, or care to answer.

I throw my gym bag down on the couch and start to head to the kitchen when I hear a loud smash.

I look down the hall, and see my father holding a broken beer bottle in his hand, drunker than ever.

I suddenly see the red liquid pooling on the ground, and look up to see it trickling down his hand.

"Dad..." I sigh.

His head snaps up, hearing the sound of my voice.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" He shouts at me.

"Dad," I repeat, "let me help you."

"I don't need your help dammit, I don't need anyone, get the hell out of my house. LEAVE ME ALONE!" He screams out, and suddenly throws the remainder of the bottle towards me.

I bring my arm up to cover my face, and the bottle collides with it, tearing my flesh. I look at my arm, and find it gushing out blood.

Broken glass is shattered around me, and blood is starting to pool at my feet.

"I SAID LEAVE!!!" My dad shouts once again.

Tearing off my shirt and wrapping it around my arm, I shout at him; "I know it was hard when mom died. I know it's still hard. And it got even worse when Tom left. I know. Trust me, I know! But all we have is eachother now, and instead of stepping up and being the dad you should've been, you drank yourself away. Leaving me to fend totally for myself. Mom would be ashamed of you, of what you've become! I wish it could've been you, I wish it could've been you in that car instead of her! Because unlike you, mom loved us, she cared about us, not booze, not alcohol or smoking. She wasn't you! She was so much better. I love her."

And with tears streaming down my face, I leave.

I walk down the street without giving that nightmare of a home a second glance.

I walk all the way to the only place where I know I can trust.

I walk all the way to Jamie's house.

I knock once lightly on the door. Jamie opens it, and immediately upon seeing me, embraces me in a long warm hug.

"What happened?" She asks, pulling away to face me.

"My dad..." I tell her, "he... he went crazy." I then told her everything that happened, from the moment I walked in the door, to the moment I walked out.

After hearing this, she wraps her arms around me once again.

I cry on her shoulder. Not embarrassed, but sad, and frightened.

"Shhhh," she whispers rubbing circles on my back, "hey, don't worry, it's all gonna be okay, alright? Everything is gonna work out."

"Promise?" I ask.

"Promise." She tells me.

I pull away from the hug, and she notices my arm.

"Let's get you cleaned up, huh?"

I nod my head 'yes' and she takes my good hand in hers and leads us upstairs, to the bathroom.

She motions for me to sit on the toilet seat as she digs through all the cupboards, retrieving creams, sprays, and a medical kit.

She kneels down in front of me, and takes my arm.

She unties the shirt I had originally tied around it.

Jamie then turns my arm, examining it fully. She gets a washcloth, and wets it with water, dabing the excess blood off.

She gets some cotton pads, covering them in a clear liquid, and rubbing them on my wounds.

"Shit." I curse, "that stings like a bitch."

"It's disinfecting the cuts." She informs me.

Once she is finished practically burning my arm, she takes more cotton pads, puts some cream on them, places them on my cuts and wraps them, securing everything in place with medical tape.

"Well, the good news is that you don't have any glass in the wound as far as I can tell." She says once she is finished.

"What's the bad news?" I ask, my voice wavering.

"Well, since the cut is fairly deep, it could possibly become effected. It should be fine for tonight, but you will want to go to the doctors eventually, the sooner the better, actually." She tells me.

"No."

"No?" She questions.

"I can't."

"Noah, I don't think you really have a choice."

"No, Jamie, I can't." I say

"And why's that?" She asks, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because if the doctors ask what happend, I'm gonna have to tell them, if they find out the truth, my dad could be arrested. I can't have that. He might not always be around, but he's all I have right now."

"I know, Noah. But you need to get a professional opinion. If not, your arm could become infected, and possibly need to be amputated. It's pretty bad."

"I know, but, I just, I can't lose him, too." I tell her.

She takes my face in both her hands and presses my forehead to her own.

"You won't lose him. He is your dad, and he always will be. He is going to be there for you, it might not be today, but he will come around, just give him time. In the meantime, you will always have me. I'm not going anywhere, and I won't be for quite a while. I love you. I'm here for you every step of the way." She tells me, and kisses my lips.

"I know, and I'm here for you too, trust me when I tell you that you can't get rid of me. Jamie, it took me forever to get you, I'm not handing you over anytime soon. I love you so much."I reply.

I give her lips a peck, and before I can kiss her any longer, she stands up.

"Hey, I wasn't quite done with that." I say, referring to the kiss she ended too soon.

"Ah, yes I know. But you need to get some rest mister." She says, and pulls me to my feet.

"Not before this..." I say, and pull her arm down so that we are both sitting on the toilet seat, her practically sitting on me.

"Romantic." She tells me, smirking at the toilet.

"You love it." I tease her, and pull her close to me, so that our chests are touching.

I press my lips against hers and whisper, "Thank you. For everything. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you back for everything you went through for me."

"This is a good start." She mumbles.

I laugh, as I begin to kiss her. It's not a fast, passionate kiss, but more of a light, loving kiss. It's slow, and long, and I love it. And I love her.

She pulls away first, "as much as I love kissing you on top of a toilet seat, we really both need sleep."

"Okay." I agree, and follow her, down the stairs.

"Here you go," she says, spreading out the blanket on the couch, and tossing two pillows on top.

"Aww, I don't get to sleep with you?" I whine.

"Sorry Noah, but if my parents ever found you, sleeping in my bed, with me, they would probably kill you, and then have a heart attack,"

"And I like living," I continue

"So that's why you're down here." She finishes.

"Fair enough."

She laughs, "goodnight Noah."

"Goodnight Jamie." I reply, giving her a quick kiss, then laying down on the couch as she heads upstairs.

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