Hope

Chapter 10

I sat up and ran my hand through my hair. It was just a dream. I reassured myself. It was just a dream. It was just a dream but a part of me felt like it was real that Liz really hates me. But I quickly pushed the thought out of my head because I know that Liz doesn't hate anyone and nobody hates Liz.

"Willow." I heard a voice croak. I whipped my head around trying to see who called my trying to figure out if I was hallucinating or not. It wasn't Bex, no she's gone, not Mace because she is as well but not Rose either.

"Willow." The voice croaked again and I peered my head round the haystack I was hiding behind and the only person that was awake was Noah.

"Willow." He said again only his voice was softer. I crawled like a baby towards him and sat in infront of him.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his eyes full of concern like it usually does.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? I answered with a question of my own.

"Oh, it's just that you were talking and thrashing in your sleep, going on about how Liz hates you and stuff." He told me.

Oh great. I thought. I talk in my sleep now. Since when did that happen! I put it down to the fact that I was worried about Liz, which is causing all of this but I guess the root problem of why I'm worried about Liz is Noah.

He must have read my mind because he recoiled slightly and said,

"I'm sorry. For everything. For making you leave your family because you wanted to protect me. For getting myself hypnotised. For making you worry for my safety. For almost killing you."

Noah's last sentence really hit home. "For almost killing you." He could have killed me. Noah Hensworth could have killed me. Noah is many things to me: my best friend, my confinate, my everything really but one word I would never acociate with Noah is a murder.

"It's OK." I replied and smiled but it didn't quite reach my eyes. Pain must have reflected in my eyes because Noah moved to embrace me and give me a hug. I allowed myself to melt into Noah's arms that are so familiar to me. I breathed in deeply and wondered what the future held and hoped we would get out of Hope before any further damage was sowed. We must have fallen asleep holding each other, keeping the other from running away, breaking down.

My eyes darted open and I looked down at my watch to see what time it is. 5:00 AM. I nudged Noah lightly and felt him stir next to me as he mumbled,

"What time is it?"

"Showtime."