NOELLE

NOELLE

“Mommy, please save me.” My little self cried, curling up in a corner. I cried and cried for my parents but I was greeted with the total darkness that threatened to consume me.

Then she came, the woman that always haunted my dreams.

“No!!” I yelled, snapping out of the dream as I sat up from the bed.

“It's only a nightmare, Noelle. Just a nightmare.” I muttered repeatedly, sitting up from the bed.

Luckily the lights were on and I was a little more relaxed.

I had always been scared of the demons in the darkness, afraid that it would consume me.

It all started right after I was kidnapped when I was younger. Twice, I was kidnapped twice.

Taking in a deep breath, I got out of bed. Yawning loudly as I walked out of my room.

I needed to drink water, after Malcolm drove me out of his kitchen earlier, I've not had water or food to eat.

I had been to this house, right after he purchased it. I remember him smiling and asking if Emery would love it.

A sad chuckle escaped my lips as I remembered that day. I got to the kitchen and realized that it was open. Good grief.

I walked straight to the fridge to get a glass of water, I was about to drink it, when a cold and angry voice sounded in my ears. Startling me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Haa!!” I yelped in fear and the glass fell from my hands, shattering on the floor.

“Oh my gosh.” I gasped, bending over almost immediately to pick the shards up.

“I asked a fucking question.” Malcolm hissed and I immediately paused in my tracks.

“Mal—” My voice trailed off. I swallowed deeply at the sight of him. His metallic gray eyes held no emotions and they were empty.

He was dressed in all black, making him look like the Grim Reaper himself.

Malcolm had always been so attractive.

“That's not the question I asked.”

“I ca..me to get water.” I replied, after taking a deep breath.

“I thought I asked you to stay away?” He was standing not too far from me, but I could feel his cold eyes on me.

If he had the chance to tear me apart, I knew that he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

“I was so thirsty, I needed water.” I defended myself.

“Then you can just get one, not from my kitchen.” he added with an edgy tone.

“Mal—”

“Don’t call me that!”

I swallowed deeply, feeling a burn at the bank of my throat.

“Malcolm, I'm sorry.” I apologized in a low voice.

“I’m really sorry. This is not really fair at all.” I blurted out in a pained voice.

“Deceiving me and taking Emery was fair, right?” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he said those words.

“Malcolm no—”

“Just listen to me, please. You can't keep doing this to me. Just listen. I was only trying to—”

“You were only trying to help? End your dramas Noelle!!!” he suddenly yelled at me as I stumbled backward.

I was lucky that I didn't get my foot pierced by a shard of glass.

“It's fucking enough!” He yelled.

“It's not enough if you don't want to listen to me. You're shutting me off and I hate that. You used to be so sweet to me—”

“Used.” Malcolm interrupted as I froze.

“I used to, but not anymore.” His voice was low as he said those words.

“It's me, Noelle.” I stammered in a broken voice, tears streaming down my face.

“And you're no longer the little sister I used to care about!” He stated with a note of finality in his voice.

“Mal—” My voice was strained and filled with pain. Couldn't he see how much I was hurting?

He should just listen to me.

“You’re now my wife and I choose to treat you the way I want!”

“So it doesn't bother you if I'm hurt right?” I questioned curiously. Even if he was angry at me, he would still care, right?

“If it was my sister, it would. But you're wife.” He bluntly said as I scoffed.

“Coward,” I muttered under my breath. I sniffled, wiping the tears off my eyes.

My father had always taught me to be strong, I would never shed a tear because of a man.

Malcolm was not just any man though, he was my best friend. The one I had a huge crush on and looked up to a lot. But I still would not cry over him.

“You want me to stay away from you, right?” my voice was low and unfeeling and I didn't even wait for him to confirm it as I continued.

“Fine.” I forced out a weak smile.

“I’ll stay away from you. You do the same, Malcolm.” I said calmly and at that moment something flickered in his emotionless gray eyes. I used to love his eyes a lot but now, I didn't even give two flying fucks about it.

“It is done. I'll stay away from you. Away from your kitchen. I'll stick to my room all day. Let's cut each other off. You hate me now and I'll try my best to hate you too, since that's what you want.” A bitter smile played on my lips.

I walked away from the broken glasses as Malcolm watched me with a stern expression.

“Have the worst night ever.” I scoffed and walked straight to my room, feeling his burning gaze on me till I closed the door.

Immediately I got to my room, I threw myself on the bed and I burst into tears. I was not crying for Malcolm, I was crying that I stupidly loved him.

What was I even thinking when I began to crush on my own brother?

I should never have felt that towards him but I was going to make sure to hate him!