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WARNING, tid bits of lemon in this chapter.


Noodle stared into Stuart's eyes, lost for words. The music mixed with he rampaging fear inside of her made everything seem like a blur. How could she do this? How could she think that she wouldn't be caught? Stuart stared at her, his expression growing angrier by the second. Noodle couldn't think to do anything other than stare. Her mouth wouldn't work. Words couldn't form. "Noodle, I asked you... what in the fucking hell is this?!" he was now screaming, gripping onto her arms. The wounds all completely exposed in the dim lights of the bedroom. Months of hidden agony now shown to a man she had loved long ago. "Noodle!" her jerked her arms, bringing her back to reality.

Noodle stared at Stuart, the feeling of warm tears stinging her dry eyes. "I.." she whispered. Stuart pursed his lips, his face tightening in agony. She knew he was aware of what he had just found. Yet the pain that was displayed across his face struck her as foreign. How could she do this to him? How could she be such an embarrassment to somebody like Stuart. He held onto her arms for a while longer before he let go and slipped his trousers on, walking out of the room and slamming the door. Noodle lay still, her bare chest exposed to the chilled air of rain. What had just happened? Had he really found one of her biggest secrets. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip. How could this be? Her stomach turned, her insides catching fire. She was going to throw up.


The clock ticked behind Noodle as she sat at the kitchen counter. She played with her cereal, her scarf blocking most of her view, and hiding the scratch marks she had given herself when she dug her nails into her neck after Stuart had left her room. Stuart had walked to the table without saying a word to her. Bags drooped under his eyes. Had he not slept after the incident? Noodle knew she hadn't even tried to. Though a loss of sleep was something she had grown used to in the past year. Many a night she had stayed awake, too tweaked out on drugs to close her eyes. She watched the milk drop from her spoon, the silver stained. Her bowl was now filled with sopping wet cereal. She hadn't been able to bring herself to take a bite. Murdoc joined the table, always the last to wake. He set his bottle of rum down, looking between the awkward pair. Stuart ate away at this waffles as Noodle continues to stay quiet.

What could she say to him? How could she begin to explain herself? This mess was awful. Noodle stood, leaving her bowl sitting where it was. She couldn't take the awkward silence anymore. The only thing she could think of was sitting on her bed and adding another gash to her horrid collection. She ripped the scarf off, basically taking the door off the hinges when she slammed it. What had she come to? Noodle grabbed her stomach, feeling it. Why did you have to be here? Why do you have to be a constant reminder? I hate you! She shook her head, her hair smacking her cheeks. Tears streaked down as she ripped her shirt off and searched beneath the bed for her hidden switchblade. The metal clinked against her bed board as she picked it up, slamming the blade against her frail arm. Blood gushed, hitting her rug.

Noodle clenched her teeth, stifling a scream. The tears mixed with the blood, making it drip more. She lay her head on her bed, sobbing hard. She hated what had become of her. Why in the hell did it have to be her? Why couldn't she just erase Kamron from her life? The picture of the ultrasound was still folded in her pocket. She refused to look at it, yet she couldn't let it go. She reached into her pocket, feeling a pain in her chest. Blood had completely soaked her bed sheets and was now turning her face into a painting. She heard her door squeak as her head became light as a feather. She had never lost this much blood before. There was no way this was going to end well. Her vision began to blur as he head knocked back, slamming hard against the wooden flooring. Her eyes focused on her open door, Stuart running towards her. What was with the look of panic he was giving her. She felt herself be picked up and Stuart's chest vibrating as he yelled for help. What was wrong Stu?


Noodle took in a deep breath, her body aching. What was going on? She slowly opened her eyes, hearing a steady beeping next to her ear. A painted white brick wall greeted her, along with the smell of sterilization. Stuart stood by a window in front of her, holding onto a photo. His face looked agonized, his brows furrowed together. Noodle took in a sharp breath, coughing. Where was she? Stuart looked up, coming to her side before he tucked the photo away. "Noodle, love... how are you feeling?" he asked in a whisper. She looked around, her mouth agape as she looked at the bloody stitches showing through the cotton gauze on her arm. Had he taken her to a hospital? But why? She was perfectly fine... right?

Stuart placed a warm hand on her cheek, whinging. "Stuart... Stuart where am I at?" she barely managed to say. He sighed, grabbing her hand. "In the hospital love. It's been almost two weeks since you've been awake. You lost a lot of blood... when I found you in your bedroom you were near death. Russel doesn't know about it yet, he thinks you've been staying with a friend. Murdoc is well... being Murdoc," he nervously gave her a smirk. Noodle could tell that he was trying to make her smile. Her lips cracked into a smirk. She wondered what he had been looking at before she had woken. Maybe a scan of her arm? Yeah, that had to be it. Stuart sighed, walking out of the room.


Stuart held out his hand, helping Noodle out of the bed. She had stayed a full three weeks in the hospital before they had decided to let her go. Her stitched we're basically all fallen out and a nice red scar was forming down her fore-arm. Stuart had stayed there the whole time with her. She looked up at him, her bare torso exposed. She might be getting out of the hospital, but she still required assistance getting dressed. She quickly looked down at her chest, noticing her breasts become fuller with her growing pregnancy. Noodle sighed, how could she forget about that? The entire time she had been awake she hadn't once thought about the... thing inside of her. Was it still alright? Even with what she had just attempted. Her stomach was beginning to protrude a bit, barely noticeable unless pointed out.


The ride back to the Wobble Street house was quiet, Stuart holding her the whole ride on the bus. Noodle snuggled into his puffed jumper, not wanting to lose the moment of comfort. He was such a great man, so why did she let the opportunity she had slip between her fingers? Noodle sighed as the bus rang for the last stop, Stuart holding her hand as they exited. He looked down at her with a worried expression, holding her close before placing a warm wet kiss on her lips. She gripped his jacket, urging him for more. "Not now love," he whispered in a raspy tone. Russel began to stir ontop of the house, waving a hand to greet the two returning. Noodle put her arm behind Stuart's back. Even if there was a sleeve already covering it, she didn't want to take a chance of Russel seeing something wrong with her. He had been her father her entire child hood. Always making sure she was fed, dressed, and in bed on time.

If there was one person in Kong she needed to give credit to, it would be Russel. Stuart wrapped an arm around her shoulder, walking her safely to her bedroom. Noodle looked down at her bed spread, noticing they had the blood washed from them. "Murdoc washed them out after I found you. Said he couldn't stand the thought of having something like that in his house. Considering it's you Noods. You know you mean a lot to all of us, right? Even if it's in all different ways..." his voice broke and he looked away from her. Had she just ashamed him again? She huffed, sitting on the sheets. The paper lanterns in her room had never looked so dull. Stuart sat beside her, taking her hand in his. He had done a good job at comforting Noodle the past week. She had never thought he would be this loyal to her. Even after she had broken his heart for somebody unannounced to him or the rest of the band. What would they think if they knew about Kamron? Somehow she was slowly getting to a point of being comfortable thinking of raising a child. Although she wasn't sure if raising this child would be best for her.


Noodle lay in Stuart's arms. They had made small talk before he decided to lay his head back, and eventually he had fallen asleep. She seriously doubted that he had slept much in the last three weeks, considering the condition she had been in. Noodle slowly stood up, walking out of her bedroom, and closing the door quietly. Her throat was screaming for her to drink something. She walked down two flights of stairs before reaching the kitchen. The sun was setting and the house was quiet. Russel was asleep by now, so there was no point in trying to visit him. Stuart was fast asleep, and Noodle wasn't going to wake him. Murdoc however... well where was Murdoc? As if on cue, Noodle turned to face the aging green man. "Hello love," he smiled. His sharp teeth glimmered in the light of the setting sun. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Murdoc placed a hand above her head, smacking it loudly against the wall.

Murdoc looked at her, his face becoming closer to her's. He lifted the drink from her hand, dropping it on the floor. The glass shattered everywhere as he locked his lips against her's. Noodle froze. Something about this felt completely wrong. Unlike when she had slept with Stuart weeks ago. She took all of him in, shaking the feeling. Maybe it was she was afraid of being caught? The day was still alive and Stuart could wake any moment. Murdoc grabbed her legs, setting her on the counter in front of him. He pulled back, huffing like crazy. Age was finally starting to catch up with the cocky bassist.

Noodle smirked, tugging at one of his ears. Murdoc had been the first she lost as a lover. She had given up shagging him before she had Stuart. Sure, he was very good at what he did, but there was never any intimacy in anything they had done together. She had always left the scene feeling physically pleased, but never mentally. Murdoc growled at her, shaking her hand off. Ah, so the alcohol had hit him faster than she had thought. Whenever he drank too much he always became rough and hard to please. Murdoc quickly slid her trousers off, ripping her panties with them. Noodle gasped, feeling him dig his long nails into her thighs. Her shirt came off in a flash, her bra the only thing left on her body. She looked up at Murdoc, his eyes closed. Would he even remember this in the morning?


Stuart yawned, looking up at Noodle. She was sitting above him, smiling. Noodle leaned down, kissing his cheek. She scratched her neck, trying to cover up the bruises Murdoc had surely left her from their quick meet up. Noodle sighed, laying in between his arms. She couldn't be more happy to see him. This was the comfort she needed at the moment, and she wouldn't be ready to give it up any time soon.


Sorry for the ending, I didn't like it too much myself. I may start racking up two updates a day if I start getting more reviews and hits on the story, so I guess we'll see!

Bai guys!