Chapter 43

I angrily toss around in my bed as I cover my head with my pillow. The muffled sounds of yelling still permeate the flimsy cotton material as I grunt in anger throwing my blankets getting ready to throw down with whoever interrupted my excellent dream. I grab a sweater on my way out my bedroom door pounding down the stairs angrily. Mia comes to the base of the stairs looking white as a ghost and I know something is wrong.

“Mia, what the hell is going on?” 

“I don’t know what happened,” she says tearfully.

“What do you mean you don’t know what happened?” I move around her walking out the front door and following the voices.

As I walk further, faster down the sidewalk I see Noah standing silently as a man berates him, hurling every curse word in the English langu