past the point of love

so

There was no door on her bedroom anymore. Josie hadn’t slept a wink. Really. It had been a bad night. Finally, she crawled out of her bedroom window and went to Noah’s who was still up watching a marathon of HOUSE.

“Just watch some TV.” He told her with a yawn. “I’ll fix the door tomorrow.” Meanwhile he painted her toe-nails black to match his own finger nails. “Really, you’ve got to stop making him so mad.”

“Its not like he hits me, you know,” Josie was calm now. Not so much when her Dad was around. She was never sure what condition he might be in. They could go for weeks without seeing each other, and then it would happen. She’d hurt him a couple of times, but she never did unless he messed up her stuff. Breaking down her bedroom door was a big deal. She’d knocked him out cold with a frying pan. Of course, she hadn’t told Noah this. He didn’t believe in fighting. He might have looked like he did with all the eye-liner he wore, but really he hated it.

So he kept the TV on low and she fell asleep sitting there next to him on the couch while he was determined to watch every episode of the TV show.