Harken is torn between running out of there with Noel right this second and running after Nate to beat the crap out of him for having someone tailing Noel all this time. He is the biggest fool for not putting it together sooner and allowing this to have gone on for so long. He has naively thought that he was the only one being watched and under constant danger, but that was never the case. The target has been Noel from the beginning, and Nate has merely been confirming his own beliefs through Harken’s reactions. “Is everything alright?” He jumps at the quiet voice of Noel, standing right behind him. “Why did you come out?” he asks. “I peeked through the door and saw Nate isn’t here anymore, I thought it was okay to come back out,” she shrugs. “Why are you just standing here?” He continues to stand there and look down at her, a mix of emotions in his blue eyes. Wrapping his arms around her he pulls her
Noel awakes to find herself in Harken’s bed once again, this time remembering passing out on the couch with Priscilla. Unlike before, Harken isn’t there when she gets up, the bed still warm from where he laid. Groaning as she stretches out of bed, a knock comes at the door and she freezes, thinking it’s her dad until she hears the soft voice of Priscilla calling. “Are you awake yet?” Noel opens the door with a curious look. “Where’s Harken?” Priscilla shrugs, already dressed and ready for school. “I think he left earlier this morning, an emergency with Abel he said, he sent me a text early this morning,” she says and takes out her phone, showing Noel the message from Harken. “Weird. What do you think happened so early in the morning?” Noel wonders, walking into her room to grab a change of clothes and hastily throwing them on. “Beats me, hopefully, it doesn’t have anything to do with my dad this time.” “This time?” Priscilla nods. “The last time he had Harken cover the pub for
“You can see that I’m perfectly fine now, dad. You don’t need to keep staying here, I’m sure you have tons of work to do at the office.” Scott has been pacing the length of the hospital room for the last few hours with Harken sitting numbly in the corner looking at his phone. He wants Scott to leave just as much as Noel but knows the minute he opens his mouth, wanting to have a moment’s peace with her to calm his anxiety. Despite her sitting there completely intact, he can’t shake the foreboding feeling he has felt since leaving the crash scene. Abel left an hour ago, claiming he was going to go back and check out the cameras again, giving Harken the idea to check if any neighbors have cameras around the Ashford house. “The hoarder next door,” he mumbles to himself as he remembers the sketchy neighbor always eyeballing his motorcycle every time he came ripping down the street. It’s a vintage bike for sure, but not something meant to sit and collec
**WARNING Sexual Content Included in Chapter**~*~ After agreeing to listen to Abel’s story, they climb out of the car and walk over to the nearby children’s park, barren at the time with everyone else in school or at work at this hour. They pick a picnic table near the sandlot and sit down. He takes a deep breath and contemplates where to start, still unsure of where the sudden feeling of wanting to share with her has come from. Since coming to Bisbee, Harken has been the only person outside his family with whom he has confided his secrets and stories with. “I’ll start by sharing that the father I have with me here is not my biological father, to give context to the story. He helped my mother and I get away from the abusive man I once called my father, the man we escaped Cairo because of. He is a military man with a high ranking and even here it’s no secret how corrupt the government-run military is in Egypt. My mother had met my father online as j
It’s been a few days now since the accident and Noel is finally able to return to school with not as much damage done as she expected to her studies and grades. The police report came back that the brakes were at fault and needed to be replaced before the accident, which caused them to seize when pushed down at full force.Noel remembers specifically, however, that Priscilla’s brakes stopped working before she tried pressing down on the pedal, a clear indication the brakes weren’t working well before she even tried using them at all.But even Harken and Abel confirmed that a thorough check was done of the car before it was impounded, Priscilla’s parents refusing to let her drive it anymore.Harken has also been spending a lot more time at the pub with Abel, spending most nights at his apartment down the street so they can work easier, still tracking down the man who broke into the bar and dealing with Mayor Wright trying to buy out the entire block of businesses.Noel has been trying
You’ve got to be kidding me… Harken stares on in silence as the shed is rapidly engulfed in flames, the foul odour of burning rubber and plastic from the gym and field equipment trapped inside fills the air, no doubt alerting someone close by soon enough. He barely hears his phone go off in his pocket, grabbing it at the last second to see Scott’s name. “Where the hell are you? Did you actually break into the school, Harken?” Scott starts screaming. Never thought I’d say this but – thank god he’s here! “Noel, I need you to run and meet your dad at the entrance of the school.” She gapes at him, still looking pale and ghastly. “What the hell are you going to do?” “I’m going to stay and call for help, I don’t want you getting messed up in this. I’ll just tell them I was smoking up and accidentally caught fire to the shed.” Noel grips his arms as if to glue him in place. “
“All right, when we get there don’t say anything until I tell you or they ask you directly. I know you’re nervous and when I get nervous I tend to say more than needed or I don’t make sense.” Noel’s dad continues to lecture her as they approach the front entrance of the police station. “Dad, relax, who are you accusing of being too nervous right now? I’m fine,” she says and brushes him off to walk ahead of him. There is a rush of ringing phones and loud chatter once they enter, people dressed in both police gear and light business attire run back and forth between two rows of perfectly aligned desks. Noel’s dad clutches her to his side to keep her from getting sidewinded as one whiz past her at a close distance. “I didn’t expect it to be so crazy here. What happened?” he mutters. “Why don’t we ask him,” Noel says and points out the only guy sitting alone at a desk, looking quite bored. “Hello, folks. What can I do for you?” the man asks when they approach the desk. Noel sits down
Noel has locked herself in her room for the last three days, having her dad call in sick for her at school and getting Priscilla to drop off her homework after class. Every time he tried to enter her room, she has thrown a pillow or piece of clothing at yelled at him to get out.Refusing to see anyone or barely touching a plate of food, Scott feels he has no choice but to force his way through using a shield. Phoning in the buffer, Priscilla shows up soon after with a determined look on her face.“Is she still in her room?” she asks.Scott nods. “Hold on, take this with you.” He hands her an envelope.The letter from California College of Arts.“When did this come in?”“A few days ago, but the incident at the school field happened not long after, and now this.”Priscilla nods firmly and marches upstairs, already knowing what she needs to do. Throwing open Noel’s bedroom door, she ducks as soon as a pillow is launched at her face and holds out her hands to fend off the balled-up shirt