Chapter 1
"You shouldn't be talking to me without a parent present," Hanna told Wilden when he showed up at her back door.
"Hanna, this converstion is strictly personal. I'm not here to question you or anything," Wilden replied.
"Well then what do you want?"
Wilden pushes past Hanna into her house and closes the door behind him.
Now he's really creeping Hanna out. Her mom had to leave for work early today, so Hanna was left alone to get ready for school. As her mom was leaving, she told Hanna that she saw a cop car down the road. They both suspected Wilden, but Hanna insited her mom go to work, she would be fine.
About fifteen minutes later, Wilden showed up on her back porch wanting to talk.
He puts his hand on Hanna's waist and pulls her in.
"It was never your mother that I wanted, Hanna, it was you," he wispers.
She struggles and tries to pull away, but he graps her wrist and squeezes.
She yelps and kicks him in the shins but he barely winces. Instead, he pushes her down and her back hits the countertop, making a loud crack.
"Stop!" She screams, "Wilden, stop, please stop," the last two words come out in a whisper.
This is not happening. How could this happen? Hanna was scared, she didn't know what he would do to her.
He starts kissing her, then unbuttoning her shirt.
She thrashes around, but his weight on top of her is too strong, she's pinned down, and powerless.
"Is anyone coming?" he asks her. When she doesn't answer he slaps her, "I said, IS ANYONE COMING?" he roars.
"I don't know," she croaks.
"Don't lie to me, Hanna!"
She is saved from having to answer him because his phone rings, and he gets up.
"Hello?" he answers.
She is struck by how normal he sounds as he is talking to a co-worker. Like none of this just happend.
She still can't move because one of his hands is grabbing her wrist.
"I have to go," he says, "I'll be back though, bitch! And you better not tell anyone. I know things, Hanna. I know more than you would like about you, your mother, your friends, and that little boyfriend of yours."
She stares at him. is he saying that he's part of the A-Team?
"Besides, who would belive you? You have a nasty habit of lying, and it would be so easy to convince my friends on the force that you were making everything up. Nobody would listen to Hanna the attention-whore, believe me."
He storms out of her kitchen.
Hanna sits down and tries to contemplate what just happened, what would have happened if he hadn't gotten that call. It makes her sick, knowing that he almost took advantage of her.
Her wrist is throbbing, he back is throbbing, and she still feels a sting on her cheek from where he slapped her. she walks to the freezer and grabs an ice-pack, then walks back to the counter and nurses her wrist. She's already late for school and is too shaken to go. She has to think about what to do. She's terrified about it happening again, and going further than it did today. But if Wilden's on the A-team, who knows what he'll do.
She picks up her phone and dials Caleb's number. But she hesitates, and puts the phone down.
Maybe she could have done more to fight Wilden, to resist him. Maybe it's her fault...
then, she reminds herself that Wilden's a creep and has always been particularily creepy towards Hanna.
She picks up the phone, and dials her boyfriend's number.