Noah's POV I did not know how much time I had been sitting by this room door. The night seemed long too long.At first, I kept hitting it and shouting for Mommy hoping she would unlock it and hear. But as time went on even my own voice began to feel useless, swallowed by the quiet.There was no reply, no steps, no clue of anyone out there. At last, I just sat on the floor, leaning by the locked door with my head down and my breath slow but deep.Anger boiled in me, quick and unyielding. Was it truly that tough to simply wait two weeks?I scrubbed my face hard. “I’ll say it all.” I whispered quietly, trying to keep that vow.I never wanted to keep this away for always. I just needed some time, a bit more time. Two weeks. Only two weeks.After that, all would be done. I would show them. Show Mom. Show Dad. That I wasn't just having fun, that all I did had a point.So why wouldn't the
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