Damaged

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Chapter Thirty-Eight

B E L L A M Y

My leg bopped up and down as I waited outside the room Noah and a police officer had disappeared in about half an hour ago.

Noah had assured me that he was fine and didn’t need me to come with him, but I insisted.

I was uncomfortable in my seat, none of the positions I changed to making it better and I was about to regret my determination to do this together when the door opened and Noah walked out.

“Thank you for coming in today,” the officer said, following him into the hall and shaking Noah’s hand.

I stood up, ready to go home.

“Thank you for listening,” Noah replied, placing an arm over my shoulders and pulling me against his chest.

I smiled at the officer before we walked away, wrapping my arms around Noah’s waist.

“How did it go?” I asked when we walked into the parking lot, and I looked up at him.

He sighed, fishing his keys from his pocket and unlocking the car. “As well as you’d expect. They can’t arrest him based on my statement.”

He held the door open for me to get in, before quickly rounding the front of the vehicle and stepping in behind the wheel. “So where does this leave us?”

Noah’s fingers paused as he went to put the key in the ignition, probably being deep in thoughts judging by the frown on his face.

“We’ll find a way,” he said when he finally looked up, turning on the engine and maneuvering out of the parking lot.

We got back just before dinner, though it felt like later since we had left the long summer evenings behind us. The darkness was coming way sooner nowadays, but it gave me a cozy, festive feeling.

After we had hung up our coats, we turned on some lights and got ready to start dinner, the both of us stopping when Isaac came stumbling down the stairs.

“Everything ok?” I questioned, sinking onto a chair to relieve my back from some pain. This little one was getting bigger every day, and since the ultrasound from last week I’ve been feeling my lower back a lot more.

Isaac cleared his throat, straightening up in front of us. “I’m...sorry.”

Noah and I shared a look.

“You’re talking to me again?” Noah spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

Isaac shifted on his feet, his eyebrows almost furrowing into a scowl, but he stopped himself. “I don’t exactly agree with how it’s happened,” he finally said, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“But I have to admit that I’m pretty stoked to meet my niece or nephew.”

I smiled, a weight lifting off of my shoulders at those words. I walked up to my brother and hugged him, ecstatic that he was almost as excited as I was.

“I believe congratulations are in order,” Isaac said, holding out his hand for Noah to shake after he let me go, and Noah pulled him into an embrace instead.

“Thanks, man.”

When everyone had let each other go, Isaac sighed. “You’ll have the night for yourself,” he said, walking around us and grabbing his coat. “I’m at Kelly’s tonight.”

I lowered back into my chair, leaning forward with my elbows on the table. “How’s that going?”

“Really great actually.”

He gave us a little wave before he stepped outside, and I watched Noah as he walked into the kitchen.


“You’re a really good cook, do you know that?” I sighed when I finished my plate, sitting back in my chair and rubbing my hands over my stomach.

Noah looked up, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk. “If you say so.”

I rolled my eyes. “Now I’ve got a food baby and a real baby in here. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

Noah stood from his seat, grabbing our plates and placing them in the sink. He walked back up to me, kneeling before me and placing his hands on my stomach. “I love all of your baby’s.”

I chuckled, playfully slapping him on the wrist and pulling his face in for a kiss.

“Hmm,” Noah hummed, lifting me onto the table and laying me back.

“What are you doing?” I asked, though I kept capturing his lips with mine, refusing to part from him.

He brought his lips to my ear, his fingers creeping under my shirt. “I was thinking about fucking you on this table.”

Ok, a little blunt.

But his words didn’t scare me off. I would never get enough of the way Noah could be a little rough. It wasn’t very feminist of me, but the way he could treat me as an object in sex majorly turned me on.

“What are you waiting for?” I breathed out, letting my hands glide under his shirt to feel his hard muscles under my fingers.

He was about to press his lips on mine again, when a loud banging on the door made us spring apart.

“Oh, come on,” Noah scoffed, helping me off the table before walking to the front door to greet whoever was disturbing our little alone time.

I straightened out my clothes, moving to the kitchen to grab a drink.

When I didn’t hear voices at the door, I started to worry. As much as I wanted to think that it was just kids trying to take the piss, my gut was telling me something different.

“Noah?” I mumbled softly, slowly making my way to the hall.

I didn’t even make it halfway there or he appeared, walking backward into the house with his hands up.

“Hello Bellamy,” a voice said, and I gasped when I saw the barrel of a gun pointed at Noah’s face. Sebastian appeared a few seconds later, his hand clamping the gun with force and his finger on the trigger.

My hands automatically covered my stomach and I backed up, trying to get closer to Noah.

“Don’t move,” Sebastian spoke, his eyes shooting to me before he focused back on Noah.

I froze, my heart threatening to break my ribs with how fast it was beating. Oh my god.

“You thought you were a smart guy, huh?” Sebastian spat, moving further into the house. “Ratting me out like that?”

My breath hitched in my throat and I felt like someone poured ice-cold water down my spine.

How did he find out? Did the police end up following up on Noah’s accusations? Unlike what they told us?

“I don’t know...” Noah tried, but Sebastian interrupted him.

“Just...stop. I know it was you.” He waved the gun in front of Noah’s face, and I swallowed hard.

This was all my fault.

“Sebastian,” Noah warned, clenching his jaw, and I noticed that he looked over at me for a second, shaking his head.

A nasty feeling crept up on me, and I felt myself getting nauseous with fear.

I couldn’t let anything happen to Noah, but I also had responsibility for the life growing inside of me.

“We can talk this out later,” Noah added, slowly shuffling closer to me, slightly shielding me and keeping me out of the line of fire.

“Talk later?” Sebastian exclaimed, his voice loud and his face looking angry and determined. “I said don’t move.”

His voice boomed through the room but was drowned out by a gunshot as he aimed at me.

“No!” Noah yelled, trying to reach for me, but Sebastian shoved the gun in front of his face again.

A sharp pain spread from my side to my chest, warm liquid slowly drenching my shirt. I felt like I couldn’t breathe from the agony, my legs giving out beneath me as I covered the wound with my hand.

“What the fuck,” Noah said, taking a step in Sebastian’s direction.

I groaned from the pain, squeezing my eyes shut to keep them from watering, trying to stay awake.

Fear of losing the baby took over, and I couldn’t help but let out a sob. But the blood really drained from my face when I heard another familiar voice.

“Bella? I brought you some—”

Maria stared at me wide-eyed as she stopped in the middle of the room, the second gunshot that had gone off a few seconds ago echoing through the room.

I watched as the red stain on her chest got bigger and bigger, before she dropped to the floor, a chocolate bar clattering on the ground next to her.

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