still you / noah beck

eleven

Rose's POV 

"Thank you." he says as I gave him a cup of coffee. 

I gave him a small smile. 

"Does he take his medicine?" he asks, i just nodded. "Can you speak?" he asked.

"Oh-yeah..he does regularly." I said.

"Thank you for letting me in." he said.

"What are you doing in here?" I quickly respond.

"Is that the only question you want to ask?" 

I crossed my arms, "I just want to make sure that Noah is alright." 

He looked away, "I know that my only job here is to take care of him," he quickly stared at me, "but can you please tell me everything you know about him."  

"Why would I tell you?-"

"So, I can help him."

"You can't." 

"I can."

"He can't even remember a single moment," he step closer, "It's been five years, and the only thing he learned from you are names." 

He glared at me, "I-i'm sorry." 

"Fuck!" He mumbled.

"You know everything, do you?" He stared at me.

I can feel my knees shaking from stepping back. 

"N-no."

"Stop playing games, Rose!" He started grabbing both of my arms, "You're hurting me."

"I'm sorry." he let go my hands as he sit back.

"It's the pills-"

"Pills?" 

"Yes, we have to take those before we go to work. T-to work better." he says, he massages his head.

"Is everything okay?" I asks, "Yes."

"I should not have forced you-'

"It's okay." I said giving him a small smile.

"I'd better leave." he was about to stand up when I block his way.

"Y-yes, i know everything." I said looking into his eyes.

We both sit down beside each other.

"It was the first day of us living here, i had to." he looked at me confused.

"I-i had to do something, because I know there's something about Noah that he doesn't want me to know." he cleared his throat.

"So, you know about Nathan." 

"Yes." I respond.

"You probably know about the mother." 

"I do," i took a deep breath, "I told you I know everything, i know what's in his mind. I know that he wants Noah....dead."  I sighs.

"Blake wants Noah dead?" 

"I-i don't know...." he shake his head, "I know my brother, he won't pull a bullet into someone especially if that's someone is Noah." he said.

"You don't believe me?" I asked nervously.

"It doesn't make any sense," he smirked, "If he wants Noah dead, he may not be helping him get through this." he says.

I looked at him confused.

He stood up and put the cup down the table. He walks towards the door.

"I know he threatens you too, so it's obvious that you're not believing everything I say." I said as he looked back at me.

"He's not your friend," I stared at him, "He's your boss, our boss." I smiled at him.

"The jail is waving at us, Reeves." I winked at him, leaving him confused.