It's official today I am talking to my dad. 

When I got home yesterday I practically slept through to today. Checking my phone this morning there was 46 missed texts and 6 missed calls from Noah. I wanted to text him back, I just needed to focus on my talk with dad today. 

Getting out of bed, I change into a pair of leggings and a hoodie, heading down stairs I see dad sitting at the counter eating lunch. 

"Hey dad can I talk to you?" I ask walking into the kitchen. He looks up from his paper giving me a face that says continue. 

I let out a breath playing with my fingers, "I went to Noah's the other day as you know." I draw out and he nods, "I am aware."

"Well he uh-" I swallow the tears, taking a deep breath a rush it all out, "He's being abused dad. Well by his dad and it's really bad. Oh my god dad, bad anyways it is and I don't know what to do but I can't watch him continue to get hurt. What do we do?" I finish looking at him. 

He rubs the bridge of his nose taking off his glasses, "Did he tell you this?" he asks in a serious tone. 

I nod my head, "I just don't know how to help him dad." he puts his glasses back on, "Well legally Noah is 18 so he doesn't have to stay at his parents house."

Feeling a flicker of relief his dad couldn't force him to stay crosses me. 

Dad looks up at me, "Now I could offer to have Noah come stay with us until he leaves for college." I raise an eyebrow for him to continue.

"If I were to do so and he accepted, he would stay in Brady's room. Not that I don't trust the two of you in a room together, because I don't." I laugh at that, "There would be rules the two of you would have to follow." he says and I nod my head in acceptance. 

I pull my phone out of my pocket, "Do you want me to call him over here." dad nods, "If you want." I give him a soft smile before opening Noah's contact. I read the messages earlier well a few there was 46. Most saying he was sorry and stuff. 

Me: Come over?

I type out as a question, but he'll get the hint it isn't. 

Little Bitch: U sure?

Me: Pls

Little Bitch: be over in a few

I run upstairs. Quickly throwing my hair into a loose bun, I grab my phone charger. Heading down stairs I sit on the couch plugging my phone into the outlet beside it. Dad finishes his lunch as we wait for Noah to get here. 

The nerves in my stomach like butterflies taking flight. Will he accept living here? Is he mad at me still? 

Hopefully he takes my dads offer, this way I know he's safe. Minutes tick by as I scroll through instagram, I notice a new picture of Delilah and Matt. It's taken at her house in her room. The room looks trashed, and she is sporting her new brown short hair. 

The caption reads, 'Never thought I would find my soulmate, until I met you!❤️' I gag at the caption. 

Her whole feed is just her and Matt. All pictures of us or her and Caleb are deleted from her insta. Even her bio just says 'Matt's Wifey💍'  

Going onto snap I see posts from a lot of people. One is Brady at Chelsea's today. They're blowing smoke into the camera, the next is Delilah. It's of her and Matt laying on her bed. Then I see one from Elliot, him and his sister Sarah at his parents house. The next one is Noah, it was posted early this morning. It's the picture of the trail behind his house with the time, he always runs in the morning. 

Weirdo.

Hearing a knock at the door I turn my phone off setting it on the coffee table before getting up and answering it. 

Noah's standing there in sweats, a sweater and a beanie. His busted up face doesn't look any better than it did yesterday. 

I give him a small smile, "Hey" I say, "Hi." he says back and I can hear my dad heading down the stairs. 

"Noah, come in." my dad says from behind me. I move out of the way so Noah can step inside. My dad takes in Noah's state before gesturing to the living room. Noah heads in first followed by dad and I. 

He sits down on the couch and I follow, my dad sitting on the single chair. There is a silence that takes over us before my dad finally speaks. 

"Noah, Bailey told me what has been going on at home, I am sorry." Noah just nods not saying anything so dad continues, "Now you know our home is your home. If you would like you can stay here." 

Noah shakes his head, "I can't he wouldn't let me." I look over to dad, to see his response to that, "He can not like it, but you are 18. Legally he can't stop you if you chose to leave." 

I look back at Noah and he look at me. I give him a reassuring smile. He gives me a small smile before looking back up at my dad, "Are you sure?" he asks hesitantly. 

My dad nods, and I watch Noah's shoulders sag. As if a weight had been lifted off of them. 

"You would be ok with me living here?" he asks and my dad laughs, "Noah you practically do anyway." I watch as Noah slightly chuckles. 

My dad then goes over the rules for Noah and I. 

Rule #1- If Noah is in my room the door stays cracked

Rule #2- We aren't to be left at the house alone together(as if we didnt do it all the time anyways)

Rule #3- Noah sleeps in Brady's room. 

He left a lot lenient saying we were adults and he wants to completely trust us. 

After the talk, dad says he would discuss things with Brady and that Noah should talk to him too about it. Since Brady wasn't home however, dad suggested that I go to Noah's and help him pack. 

I am going to be living with Noah.