“Fuck, Noah, I had no idea. I thought . . . I thought ye were just so hurt by your break-up with Elliot that ye just pushed us away, I never imagined he was the reason why.”
My hands were shaking. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I ruined everything. I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothin’ to be sorry for,” she stressed. “Don’t even think of takin’ any blame upon yourself for what this scumbag has done to ye! D’ye hear me? He’s abused ye. Your silence in that situation isn’t silence, it’s a scream that only you can hear.”
I began to cry. “I miss you so much, and Elliot. God, I ruined everything when I left him. I was so upset and angry with him at the time that I just couldn’t go back to him, but I wish I did.”
“Shhh,” she soothed. “I’m on my way right now, literally leaving the house and running to my car.”
“Be careful,” I sniffed, wiping my nose. “The roads may be dangerous, so much of London has no power. It keeps coming and going here. Watch out for ice too.”
“I will, Noah,” she assured me. “Get whatever you want to bring with ye, I’ll be at your place in a few minutes. I know the buildin’, just not the floor or flat number.”
“Fourth floor,” I said as I glanced out of the window. “Flat 406.”
“Got it. I’ll be right there, I promise.”
I put the phone down and noticed my hand was trembling. I jumped with fright when the lights knocked off for the fifth time in two hours. The darkness scared me. I felt trapped in the flat in which I was forced to spend nearly all of my time. I was here all day every day, but I’d never felt more stuck inside of these walls than I did right now. I looked around and felt nothing but emptiness. There were no happy times here – even the times I’d thought were happy were really sad. I just hadn’t been able to see it through the web Anderson had woven in my mind.
I could see now, though. And I hated what I saw.
As the lights came back on I began to rip the photo frames from the wall and threw them on the floor, feeling powerful when each one of them smashed. I ran into Anderson’s office, grabbed a crowbar he once hit me with and smashed all of his belongings. His prized computer, his precious drawing materials, I slammed the bar into everything. Then I dropped it and focused on the photo album that Anderson kept so close to him. I ripped out all of the pictures and shredded them into pieces, and threw them around the room as if they were confetti.
“Good fucking riddance.”
With a grin of delight, I turned my back on the room, grabbed my bag and walked out of the prison that had kept me caged for far too fucking long. I unlocked the door and stepped into the hallway, shutting it behind me as firmly as I could. I hurried towards the stairwell and ran down them as fast as I could without tripping and falling. When I reached the bottom floor, I slowed my movements way down. I opened the door to the entryway slowly. I heard nothing, not a single peep, so I walked briskly out of the building, relief slamming into me as a rush of freezing cold hit me. I carefully descended the steps, wary of the ice.
I looked around, my eyes wild as I tracked any and every bit of movement I could see. My heart jumped when a small car pulled into the car park of the building and came to a stop right in front of me. I gripped the strap of my bag, and I burst into tears when Bailey jumped out of her car and hurried around to me.
“Noah!”
I wrapped my arms around her and cried.
“I love you.” I hugged her tightly. “I love you, I always have.”
“I love ye too, Noah,” Bailey said, her voice cracking. “You’re me sister.”
I whimpered.
“I’m here,” she said, squeezing me. “I’m here, it’s okay.”
“You’re all grown up now.” I pulled back, sniffling, and looked at her. “You’re so beautiful.”
She smiled at me, but that smile faded when she squinted and leaned in to look at my face. I watched as her eyes of ocean blue,