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"Phoebe Marshall?" A man's voice asks I look up to see the person who rudely and forcefully turned me around.

It's the man from the hospital...

"Are you Phoebe Marshall?" He asks again, making me uncomfortable. This man is so close to me that I can actually smell the alcohol in his breath. I shake my head quickly, not sure what he wants with me.

"But you look like the photos." He states and lifts his phone, putting it close to my face. I look away, trying to see if there is anyone else in the garage, but it's just this strange man and me.

"N- no. I'm sorry, you got the wrong woman." I stutter, trying to open my car door. But the man quickly closes it, making me gasp from the sudden movement.

"Jay told me to give you a message-" The man says and punches me in the face with such force it makes me fall to the floor. I quickly curl into a ball, protecting my head. I feel one kick to my knee, but then suddenly I hear two deep grunts. I look up to see the man that attacked me being tackled to the floor.

"Stay down!" The black-haired man tells the blonde. "You're under arrest!" He yells, holding the blonde to the concrete and putting a pair of cuffs around his wrists. Suddenly, a cop car speeds coming to a full stop and a male cop jumps out of the car.

"Miss Marshall, are you okay?" The black-haired man asks, and I don't do or say anything. I don't know what is happening right now. "Miss Marshall?"

I watch as the man who attacked me gets ripped off the concrete and taken away from my sight. I sit up, finally, seeing droplets of blood leading from my car into the polices car.

"Let's get you into the hospital." The black-haired man says, snapping me out of whatever this is.

"I'm fine." I finally say, looking into his eyes. "I'm fine," I repeat, this time trying to convince myself.

"You're bleeding from your nose. You should get looked at by a Doctor." The black-haired man, who I came to a quick conclusion that he is a cop, tells me. He tries to reach out to me, but I jump away from his touch. "Sorry. My name is detective Justin Reed; I've been watching over you." He shows me his badge.

A detective is watching over me... Aren't detectives super busy doing murder cases and stuff?

"Are you sure you're okay?" Detective Reed asks, and I nod my head. I get off the ground, and he hands me a handkerchief. I thank him, pressing it against my nose.

"Whats uh- going to happen to him?" I ask, looking at the man in the back of the cop car.

"He is going to the station once I am sure you're okay and then I need your statement on what just happened." Detective Reed pulls out a small notepad from the back of his pocket and clicks a pen.

"You know about my whole case?" I ask, and he nods his head. "Well, I was in the hospital for an appointment, and I bumped into that man outside the exam room. Then when I'm about to enter my car, he pulls me around and-"

"I saw that no need to relive it. What was he saying to you? Did he give you any indication on why he did this to you?" He asks, writing down things and looking at the scene.

"He walked up to me and asked if I was Phoebe Marshall, then when I told him no, he said-" I take a deep breath, having the urge to spit out this metallic taste in my mouth. I walk away from him to spit and see that I'm spitting up blood.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"He said that I look like the photos and that Jay wanted to send me a message. That's when he punched me in the face." I answer, spitting out more blood. "There's my statement, and yes, I'm pressing charges!" I yell, trying to wipe away the blood from my lips.

"Well, that's all I needed. If you're positive that you're okay, I will go file this, and hopefully, we won't be meeting like this again." Detective Reed says, making me oddly chuckle.

"I'm okay," I say again, this time he takes the hint and walks to his car. Which doesn't look like an undercover police car?

I spit one more time, and there isn't much blood left. I get into my car and drive off. The police officer is still there, writing things down, and as I leave, I see in my rearview mirror that he is going too.

I pull up to my salon and look at myself in the mirror. My nose doesn't look broken, but it's starting to swell. My cheeks are stained from the blood. I know I have some makeup in my purse, so I quickly cover my face, just enough to get rid of the red colour. I can't control the swelling, but at least it's not too bad. At least for now...

Sadly, I have experience with covering things like this...

I walk into my hair appointment, greeted by smiles and laughing voices. A typical hair salon- I walk up to the desk and tell them I have an appointment and apologize for running a bit late.

"Oh, that's okay. We aren't that busy today. Please follow me." The lady, named Jessica smiles and I follow behind her. "I will be cutting and dying your hair." Jessica smiles at me and instructs me to put my purse on the hook. She puts my hair in a low ponytail and takes scissors to it. She holds up the pony, and I feel like a bunch of weight is lifted off my shoulders.

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I told her to cut my hair above my shoulders and that I wanted to get a shade lighter. I'm staying brunette, but I wanted to add some lighter tones to it.

By the end of our session, my nose is burning, and my eyes feel like they are ready to close. I just want to hide my face from these strangers.

I am thrilled with the ending result. I feel like a brand new person- despite the excruciating pain I feel in my face.

I pay for my hair appointment, leaving the girl a big tip. I head to my car and get inside, letting out a scream of pain and fit of anger that I have been holding in.

Should I just go back to the hospital? No, Phoebe. Noah will see you and instantly call the police. The detective already saw me, and he didn't call an ambulance or demand me to get into the hospital.

I park outside the apartment, staring outside the window. I hesitate to look at myself in the mirror, examining the damage more clearly. It's starting to discolour, but the bleeding has stopped.

What will Noah say? What will he do...

I exit my car, grab my bags and walk into the apartment complex. I get into the elevator, and I can't seem to come up with a logical excuse on how I got these injuries.

Did I hit my face? Did I run into a wall? I tripped... Yes, I tripped in the garage and fell onto my face. I got kicked in the leg, but it's not affecting me as much as my nose.

I enter the apartment, and my sisters greet me. McKenna is cooking something, and McKinley is watching The Vampire Diaries.

"Oh my god! Your hair!" McKenna yells, shocked. "Woah- your face." Quickly it turns into disgust.

"I'm fine. I tripped and fell right on my face." I put my coat and purse on the hanger. "Whatcha making?" I ask Kenna.

"Pasta." She mixes the noodles. "Is Noah coming home anytime soon? Because he should take a look at your face."

"How did you fall anyways?" Kinley chimes in, "Trip on your own feet?" She chuckles.

"Yes, actually, I did. And uh-" I look at my watch, "Noah should be home in a few hours." I open the freezer, get out a bag of frozen peas and sit on the couch next to Kinley.

Kinley lays down, placing her head on my lap and I can't help but play with her long hair.

After two episodes, it's getting closer to Noah being home, and I can't help but feel nauseous thinking about what he is going to say or do.

"Hey girls, I'm going to lay down. When Noah gets home, tell him I need to talk to him." Kinley moves her head from my lap, and I stand up, finally feeling this injury on my knee. I wince, grabbing it and drawing looks from my sisters. "I hurt my knee, too when I fell. I'm fine." I limp slowly away, making my way into the bedroom.

"I guess we aren't going out tonight," Kenna says to Kinley as I get to the door. I shake my head, feeling bad that their week in New York was boring. I take off my shoes, placing them on my side of the bed. I take off my shirt letting it fall to the floor, then I undo my jeans. As I am pulling them off, Noah walks through the door.

"Hey- oh. Sorry." Noah says, closing the door. I feel his eyes move away from me, and I peek around to see him facing the door—such a gentleman.

"It's okay," I whisper, grinning slightly. Noah turns back around, and I quickly look away from him. I let my jeans fall to the floor, and I kick them to the side.

Noah stands right behind me, and he gently touches the ends of my hair. His fingers start slowly going down my spine. Noah then pulls me into a hug holding onto me. I close my eyes, feeling his solid body up against mine. His hands, move ever so slowly up and down my bare skin, then hovers over my bra not touching me in those places. I put my hand on his letting him know that it's okay. But before he can feel my breasts, he sees my face.

"What the hell happened to your nose?" Noah practically yells, dragging my body to face him. He clutches my face, looking extremely worried.

"I-" I wanted to tell him that I fell, but the look in his eyes told me not to lie right now. "I got attacked." I barely said, looking away from him.

"Repeat that. I don't think I heard you correctly, did you just say that someone attacked you? Who did this, Phoebe?" Noah is pissed, making me move to the bed. I don't fight him as he takes care of me... He presses his fingers against my nose, making me wince, and pull away from him.

"You didn't answer me, Phoebe. Who-"

"Noah- I don't know who did this. Okay? It was some creep that followed me out of the hospital and attacked me in the parking garage. He said that Jay told him to send me a message. That's when he punched me in the face and kicked me in the knee." I quickly say all of this, getting frustrated.

Noah stands up and walks away from me. I half expected him to yell and punch his hand through the wall. But instead, he takes a deep breath and comes back to me.

"Follow my finger," Noah says monotoned, as I do what he says. He shines a light in my eyes to see if I have a concussion or not.

"Noah-"

"Your nose isn't broken, and you don't seem to have a concussion. But you-"

"Noah-" I try again, but he interrupts me again.

"You need to keep ice on it, fifteen minutes on and fifteen minutes off. Your knee-"

"Noah!" I yell, making him go silent. "Talk to me, please!" Instead, he does something I didn't expect from him. He walks away from me, and I instantly follow him. "Noah, what are you doing?" He grabs his jacket and leaves me alone in the living room.

He just left me...

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Noah. Is. Pissed.

That's all that needs to be said...

Questions:

Noah just left her in the apartment... Where do you think he went?

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- Anna