Hey guys
I'm Sophie the proud author of Noah and Noah. I know my story has gone astray from Glee but it is coming back to the choir room and other glee characters in the next chapter. Promise.
Meanwhile read this chapter because here's where the drama starts.
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Maria put her key in the door. She has a flashback to when she went on a date with Mike Chang. It had been a month since then, mike had transferred and she was in love with puck. That reminded her, why hadn't puck texted her? He usually texts her every hour while he's out cleaning pools. She figured he was probably busy. She opened the door and instead of seeing Noah running around with Will in tow, like she did that night. She saw an eerily empty apartment. She walked in slowly. 'George? Noah? Hello?' she cried getting worried. She stepped into the living room. The TV was on but it was silent. Noah foldable cot that was usually placed next to the sofa was gone. She dropped her milk and purse and ran into her bedroom. The drawers had been emptied all over the floors and clothes and nappies and food were missing. Her moneybox was smashed all over the floor and her money gone. She ran into the dining room and saw a note on the table. She picked it up shaking. She read it aloud to herself.
Dear Maria.
Just to let you know, I have taken Noah back to England and you will never see him again. Do you remember that summer night when I told you, you were my first and only love? I lied. You're nothing to me. Have a nice life
George.
P.S, Don't bother looking for your precious Puckerman either. My boys have sorted him out. He's not dead but his survival isn't up to me.
She screamed and ran to the kitchen. She tripped on a chair leg and fell face first onto the cold hard stone floor. She caught her breathe and lay there for a while. She felt her warm blood seep through the crack in her skull and onto the floor. She felt like lying there forever. Pretending Noah was in the bed room sleeping and puck was in the living room watch tv waiting for her to come in. he would hold her tight and they would watch romantic movies and kiss. She would feel at home in his arms and he would kiss her forehead when she began crying at the movie. She snapped out of it and hoisted herself up onto her knees. She lifted her head up and set her sights on the phone on the table. she crawled through the patch of blood on the floor and looked through the mop of wet hair over her eyes. She got to the table and reached up to the phone.