I was inside his house, I just stood there like a dork, looking around. Noah laughed,
"What?" I asked. I hate it when people laugh and you have no idea what they're laughing about and you're like shit, I have something on my teeth don't I? Food on my face? Oh god, please tell me I look okay...
"You can sit down you know!" He chuckled. I went red.
"Oh right, yeah, phst, course.." I sat down on his sofa.
"So, you wanted to talk to me?" Noah asked sitting next to me.
"Uh yeah, Noah I-" I started but he cut me off,
"Jordan, if you're here to forgive me, you really don't have to. I completely understand, I acted like a complete dick to you and I don't blame you if you never want to speak to me again.." he was nearly in tears.
"No, if you're truly sorry for what you have done then I forgive you. Everyone deserves a second chance, a chance to show they really are sorry!"
"Jordan, I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay!" I said smiling, whilst wiping away my tears.
I got up and started looking around his house. I could feel his eyes watching me the whole time. I saw a picture hanging on the wall, it was Noah when he was like four, with a man, woman, and another boy, a bit older than him. From what I knew it was only him and his dad in his family. He came to our school two years ago and everybody just thought it was him and his dad.
"Noah, who's this?" I asked him, still looking at the picture. He looked up,
"Oh, my mum, dad, brother and me." He eyes widened and realised his mistake.
"Then why have you been telling everyone you've never met your mum and you're an only child?!" I was really confused. I turned around only to find Noah crying.
"Oh my god Noah, are you okay?! I'm sorry!" I ran over and cradled him in my arms, rocking back and forth.
"Jordan?" he said trying to stop the tears.
"Do you want to know why I cut?" the tears started coming harder now. I nodded.
"Only if you want to tell me!"
"Yes, I do. You have a right to know and I trust you with my life!" He squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes.
"I grew up in Spain, I had a mum, dad and brother. I had friends and family that loved me. Everything was perfect. Until, on December 7th 2002, my mum's life was cruelly stolen from her when she lost her battle with cancer. I was only seven. From then on, everything started going downhill. I started getting bullied by kids in school when they found my crying in class and in the toilets. They called me stupid names, but because I was so young, it got to me hard. Because of this, I lost most of my friends. Then we moved. It was just my dad, my brother and I. I started a new school, new friends, lost contact with family. When I turned thirteen, m-m-my-" he was finding it so hard, it hurt me to see what he'd gone through. I started rubbing circles on his back, trying to comfort him. He continued,
"When I turned thirteen, my dad started raping me. At first it was only occasionly, but as I got older, it got more often. Sometimes once a week. I lost more friends, from being so scared and jumping at everything, because of what he put me through. I was finding school so tough! My teachers were always complaining, of course, they didn't know did they! I failed me GCSE's. My brother was always trying to protect me, he knew what was going on. He was my bestfriend! Then one day, he caught my dad holding a knife to my throat. He dialled 999, a-a-and," he took a deep breath in, "my dad shot him. That was the end, I tried to comit suicide endless times, always failing. Then, we moved here when I was fifteen. My grandmother lives here so when we came I moved in with her, protecting me from my dad, she doesn't know though. No one does. The reason I've never stuck up for you is because it's so important for me not to lose my friends. I'm so so sorry! I've been through too much, and-and I just don't know what to do anymore!" He sighed.
Tears were streaming down my face like waterfalls, I couldn't believe all this. He had always seemed so strong, like everything was perfect. When inside, he was broken and hurt. I was lost for words, all I could was hug him, he hugged me back. We stayed there in eachothers arms for a while.