Becky's POV
I can hear them downstairs, Mom's voice is getting louder and shriller. I know it will only be a matter of time before she starts hitting Noah. Sometimes all he has to do is walk into the house and she starts in on him.
My mom blames Noah for our Dad leaving, she has to blame him cause she doesn't want the blame herself. I was real little when my Dad left, but I can still remember the fights they had over money and him getting a job.
The fights would get so bad that my Dad hit my mom a lot and then spend the next few days trying to make it up to her. If it was a really bad fight, Mom would stay in bed for a couple of days to let bruises go away.
Then one day Dad went to the store and he never came home. He never told us good bye or why we couldn't go with him. He just left us here with her.
Noah looks just like our Dad and I think that is what hurts Mom the most, she sees the guy that left her everyday. But it doesn't make it right what she does to Noah.
This fight is bad, Mom was drinking earlier when she got a phone call from Noah's dude, Mr. Watson. She tried to yell at him but I think he hung up on her, at least that is what Mom kept screaming at the phone along with several words I cant say.
I hear Noah scream at my Mom to stop, he has never done that before so I run down the stairs. I watch my Mom stalk off to her bedroom and slam the door. I walk into the kitchen and see Noah fall to the floor. His face is bloody and he is holding his sides. I grab a clean towel and wetting it under the cold water, I try to help my brother.
He is laying on his side with his face towards the floor, I say his name as I place my hands on each side of his face turning it towards me. I kneel beside him, pulling him closer as my knees rested on the cool tile floor.
He turns his body to face me, I scoot my legs under his head as he puts his arms around me. I hear the words that are barely a whisper, "I am not like him".
I stroke his Mohawk and tell him he is nothing like our father. His shoulders shake so hard that I am scared I am going to let him slip onto the floor.
I hold on to him and let him cry just like he does for me. Noah isn't like our father, he is better, way better. I can feel my own tears streaking my face, but I don't care, I keep my arms around him.
He lifts his head up and I can see the blood on his face, his clothes, and there is so much. He is a mess. I reach up and grab the wet towel I sat on the kitchen table and start wiping the blood off of his face.
My hands are shaking, I don't want to hurt him. I have never seen my big brother cry this hard or for so long. His lip wont stop bleeding, and it is getting bigger. I tell him we need to get Mom to look at it and his eyes grow dark. He hands me his phone and says to call Kurt, ask him if he can come over to help him.
I find his name in Noah's contacts and push the send button. He answers on the second ring, I ask him if he can come over cause Noah really needs him. He asks me what is wrong and I tell him Noah is hurt. He tells me he will be there in a couple of minutes.
I put Noah's phone back in his jacket pocket and I try to help him stand up. He is way bigger than me so its kinda hard to hold him up, but he manages to stand up and walk towards the stairs.
There is a knock on the back door and I open it to a guy that looks like a girl. He tells me that his name is Kurt and asked "where is Noah?"