Sixteen

                                    

                                          
A/N:Okay so I don't know how any of this works. So please don't come for me. I did my best. It's fiction anyway. I also feel the need to say this story is probably not gonna line up with real time events. 
Side note: I will be referring to Noah's legal last name with asterisks (***). I'm sure it's out there already, but out of respect I'm not gonna look for it or use it. I mean no offense to anyone who does know or uses his full name. It's just a me thing. Respect is up in the air with fanfiction enough already. 😂 With that being said. Enjoy this pretty long chapter. Happy Friday! Next chapter tomorrow! 
-Willow- 
"The cops are here." Jolly spoke as I got off the bed quickly, angrily stomping my way across the wooden floor to the bedroom door and pushing between all of them to make my way downstairs. 
"Are you shitting me. That fucking dirty piece of shit called the police?!" I mumbled venomously as I huffed in annoyance to myself, I began to think about all the things he's done to me and how I never called the authority on him because he begged me not to. He'd just apologize over and over. But he has the fucking nerve to after he got what he deserved finally. All the times he's hit me and forced himself on me. His friends. The cruel words, the violence in the toxic relationship. 
"Willow!" Noah yelled, grabbing my arm as I reached the top of the stairs and pulling me back quickly and roughly. All I see is Alex's face standing above me as I start to hyperventilate. 
"DONT TOUCH ME!" I yelled as I shoved him away roughly and pressed my back against the wall. Keeping my arms in front of me to prevent anyone touching me. I watched as my arms shook, my breathing staggered as I slid down the wall wrapping my arms around my knees. I felt tears come to my eyes. Flashbacks of Alex's hold on my arms coming to my mind as I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Pulling on the hoodie around me, I felt hot, I needed it off. I felt as though I was being suffocated to death. I thought, I thought Noah was Alex. I shook my head before opening my eyes. All of them looking down at me with heartbroken expressions. I watched as everything clicked for Jolly and Folio. There were tears in Nick's eyes, I saw movement and tore my eyes from him. Noah's held a sincere apology as he dropped to his knees, crawling towards me with his hands out, palms up. I stared down at his hands as I swallowed the knot in my throat, my eyes meeting his I saw they were a reflection of Nick's now. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, I know he would never hurt me. But I hurt him, I could see it in his eyes. He crawled closer to me, until he was sitting in front of me gently touching my outstretched hands that were shaking until his long fingers linked into my small ones as he gently pulled me into his lap. 
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes as I focused on his presence, I could smell his cologne as I swallowed hard. His hands running up and down my spine gently. I opened my eyes with a small jump when I felt a hand on my cheek, my eyes meeting Nicks who was squatting down to the left side of me. I looked between them both, squeezed Noah tightly and resting my face into Nick's hand. Nick's thumb gently rubbed circles on my cheek, my breathing slowed down. I closed my eyes once more, before letting Nick help me off Noah. 
I needed to handle this, I needed to do this. Noah was gonna be in trouble because of me.
"I got this." I looked back up into his eyes once he was standing fully, seeing them soften as he nodded, a soft smile across his face as he understood the meaning behind my words. 
I began walking downstairs, the four men following me closely. I held a hand up to stop Nick and Noah, telling them to stay on the staircase. I didn't want Noah to be seen. Jolly and Folio following me to the door. They stood a couple feet to the right of me.