AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No, seriously. I felt like I was taking this life and changing everything the old Dexter wanted. It wasn’t fair to you. You didn’t do anything. Well, you cheated, but to be fair, I didn’t even remember our relationship. It’s an overall terrible situation. The best thing for you now is to try to be a better individual, Becca. You’re beautiful, and I’m sure there’s someone out there for you. But he’s not going to want this venomous person. And you should know that, even if you hadn’t cheated, it still wouldn’t have worked out.”
When Becca cried, I felt bad for her.
When Noa cried, I wanted to stop the world for her and fix it before letting it spin on its axis again.
“Thanks, Dex. And I’m sorry for everything.”
“It’s fine,” I said, eager to get back to Noa.
“Can I hug you?” she asked. “I kind of miss your hugs.”
I hugged her awkwardly, patting her back. When I pulled back, she smiled before walking off.
“Women,” I said to myself, shaking my head.
I walked around, looking for a head of blue hair. When I didn’t see her, I started looking for Ralph. I found him sitting on a couch.
“Where’s Noa?” I asked, edging on anger that he let her out of his sight.
“Dude, she’s gone.” Ralph looked up at me, the smile on his face fading. “I tried to go after her, but she didn’t want me to. Then she got in a cab and that was it.”
“You should’ve gone with her! Why’d she even leave? Was she upset?” My head was beginning to throb.
“She wasn’t exactly happy to hear you’d gone upstairs with Becca.”
“What? We were at the foot of the stairs the whole time! Why does she do this? Why am I half-crazy all the time over this chick?” I sat down next to Ralph.
“Honestly? I think you love her,” he said.
I blanched, not even thinking of denying it. “Fuck,” I muttered, running my hands over my face. “I have to find her.”
Ralph shook his head and I got up.
“I’ll catch you later,” I said.
“Find her—and happy New Year, jackass,” he called after me.
I was out the door and pulling out of my parking spot in the same sixty seconds. I called her, only to get her voicemail, remembering that her phone was dead.
I drove by her building. There were no lights on in her room and the front door to the building was locked. I drove around for the next forty-five minutes, hoping I’d find her before anything happened. I’d met emotional Noa a few times. She was irrational and detrimental to herself.
I was driving back to her place to check again when I passed a bar and saw her. She was arguing with someone outside. I stopped the car in the middle of the road and got out.
“I know he’s in there, Hank. Tell him to come out!” she demanded.
The guy shook his head, his arms crossed. “You know I won’t be doing that, Noa. Go home. Your days of underage drinking in my bar are over.”
“What’s going on?” I asked as I ran up, my breath coming out in huffs.
When Noa saw me, she started walking away.
“She’s drunk,” the guy told me. “Made her way through her brother’s liquor cabinet and came here looking for more. Good kid. Dealt a shitty card.” He walked back inside, and I ran after her.
“Get away from me, Dexter,” she slurred, walking on wobbly legs.
I grabbed her and carried her to my car, happy that my knee wasn’t bothering me. It wasn’t easy but as I buckled her into the passenger side, her fight left her.
“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I said, more for my benefit than hers. “Just leave me alone.”
