SOPHIA'S POV:

As we came across the kissing part, I folded my lips and looked away, hoping he wouldn't look at me. When it was over he laughed and said, "Post it?" Like he didn't even acknowledge that I kissed him. It's only been a few hours since I met him, and I already love him. After thinking, I answered his question with a smile, "sure.". He counted down from three. "3.. 2.. 1.. ANNNND POSTED!". We chated a little for about ten minutes before I finally said what I felt. "Noah.", I said. "Yeah?", he replied. "I kissed you. You don't have to pretend it didn't happen.", I said in a very dismal tone. Noah seemed shocked that I brought that up again. "Well I thought that's what you wanted.", he said, sounding a bit angry but I knew he wasn't. "Noah, I don't know what I want. It's just-", before I could say anything else, Noah held my hand. Like the idiot I was, I stood there and didn't move a muscle. He could tell I was nervous. "Sophia?", Noah said in a giggly voice. "Are you good?". "sorry, yeah.", my eyes widened as I turned to him. "I like you too.", He said. "good.", I answered, trying not to show the fact that I was freaking out inside. We continued to hold hands, and I rested my head on his shoulder like they do in the movies. We didn't talk, or laugh. We just listened to the silence. Something I had never done. It was crazy how he was the only person I can just sit next to and think, without getting bored.

DING-DONG

Ugh I knew this moment couldn't last forever. Noah's mom went and answered the door. My uncle was completely sober, but you can tell he was carrying alcohol with that shady black bag he used to contain the bottles. I couldn't believe I had to stay with him for 4 days.

"Sophia, your uncle is here. You guy should come down!", Karine shouted. "Great.", I said to Noah as I plopped my body on the bed and took in that last moment of relaxation before we went downstairs, or as I like to call it, at least when my uncles around, Hell. Noah and I walked down stairs and came to the hallway where the living room met the kitchen. "Uhhh who are you?", my uncle asked. "Hi i'm Karine.", she said, sticking her hand out so my uncle could shake it. "This is my son, Noah.". "Hi mr...", Noah said, reluctantly. "That's Bob to you!", my uncle said chuckling. We all looked at him like he was crazy. Which, he is. My uncle walked up close to me as I squinted in fear. He punched me in the arm, hard. "Noah, you should go now.", I whispered. He squeezed me into a hug, avoiding my bruised arm, then headed out the door with his mom.

I frowned. Little did I know what was coming up behind me, a not so sober uncle bob. Then, out of nowhere, my uncle slapped me in the face. Once, then twice. "SOPHIA! I F**KING SWEAR! I DOOOOO NOT WANT YOU HANGING OUT WITH GUYS LIKE THAT! AND CERTAINLY NOT HAVING AN AFFAIR!"

*SLAP*

He hit me again, this time much harder.

Remembering what happened last time I talked back to him, I went upstairs to the bathroom, without saying a word. I look at myself in the mirror. My skin was all peeled off my face. Some parts were bleeding. I cried, feeling the pain of my tears fall into my wounds. I didn't have any friends that actually cared about me. So, I did the only thing I knew to do at that time and state-

TEXT NOAH

Me- Noah, my uncle slapped me... really hard.

Noah- omg no.

Me- idk what to do

Noah- I'm picking you up.

Me- Noah, no. It's too dangerous.

*all of a sudden I hear a banging at the locked bathroom door*

Me- forget that, pshyco is banging on the door. I'll be waiting outside.

Noah- gotcha. I'm five minutes away. We're speeding.

Swallowing my fear, I climbed out the window and slid down the shingles, like they do in movies. My face still covered in tears. Five minutes later, Noah's car drove by and I quickly hopped in.