Then I'll see your face
I know I'm finally yours
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
Red~Pieces
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bright
Oh Jesus this was torture. Seriously. Jen and Cassa were being civil. Raleigh was everyone's best friend, the traitor. Carrie had put me to work, which I didn't mind because I loved baking. I couldn’t cook a turkey to save my ass, but I could bake. So I did. Baked my depressed ass off. The whole time thinking of when he played trust me with Carrie yesterday. I was pissed that my nails were fried, my hair looked like ass. I was tired and cranky and nothing to hide behind.
The kids were playing in extra bread dough on the floor making a huge mess she said that Chad and Cal got to clean up. Chad was kissing her and rubbing her belly in private. And I wanted Noah.
As if summoned from my thoughts he came around the corner with Cal, sliding on the wood in his socks. He wore dark grey jeans and a Jack Daniels shirt, but I saw his sadness even through the mask he tried hiding behind.
Looking at the swollen red eyes and dark circles and my heart hurt. If I had part of that, or this is what seeing his dad did… Oh I would be there next time to get that fucker.
He grabbed the kids from behind me and tortured their bellies until they were laughing so hard Noelle threatened to pee. He chatted up Carrie and everyone with small talk, and when I least expected it he struck.
He grabbed my hand and inspected my nails one by one before making aTsksound. "As predicted. Manicures fucked girl." He looked at Carrie, "She been bitching about it?"
Carrie smiled, I however started to cry.
"Shit, shit, shit…" He said and came up behind me. "It was a joke girl. Come on now. Come talk to me and calm down yeah?"
I followed with a nod as he lead me down the hall he just came from and entered a room with a serious hinge and lock. I knew once inside it was a studio and sound room.
I took a seat on the red leather couch across from him and looked around the room. It was covered in TAT memorabilia and dark, red couches, dark wood floors and almost black walls The sound room was on the other side of a glass partition with two doors.
It was beautiful, and very much them.
"I don't have a room like this at my house. I play at home and record on my laptop. Shame does the same thing. We lay our tracks here and at Cal's." I can tell he's kinda nervous and not wanting to be.
"You live in Gig Harbor though right?" Holy hell, I know damn well he does, but like I warned Jen and Ral I would fumble this shit.
He laughs. "Yeah, about three blocks from here. I live in the same house I bought at nineteen. When they bought this place I was glad Carrie would be close if I needed to get there. Trust me nights and shit."
"I'm so sorry Noah." I cry and place my hands on my butt, wishing I had pockets to hide some part of me, too exposed to feel this bad and look this raw. "I trust you, I am so scared but I do…"
He comes to me and wraps me into his body and holds me. "I can't stand to see you cry girl. Shit kills me." He kisses my neck, lingers there and breathes me in. I want so bad to be back in that place.
"Tell me you believe me please."
I wait on pins and needles waiting on his answer.
"If you say so, I trust it." He pulls back and kisses me softly on my lips, but too fast he pulls back. "No point lying and saying I wasn't part of this shit. I am just as mind fucked baby, scared shitless and I couldn’t tell you why I needed you there without knowing."
I touch under his eyes, kiss his lips. "Are you okay?" I cry and hold him closer. "It was torture after you left and I didn't know where to find you. I called Tayla to get Jenny's number then she brought me here straight from the airport and you kissed Ral, I swear I fell so much more in l-"
His mouth crushed mine in a rush, I felt him everywhere in that kiss. He broke the kiss when we couldn’t breathe, leaving small kisses along my jaw to my ear. "Me first girl, I told you that." He whispered and trailed his tongue down my neck until he was back to my lips and kissing me again, thrusting himself against me. I shifted enough to lie flat on the couch.