*** I'm not sure where I'm going with this. After all this is my first 'story' on here. Bare with me folks. :)

'You're safe.' She had heard that phrase over a million times in the past few days. It was as if they were trying to implant that inside her brain. So, the only thing she could tell herself that she was safe now. That she wasn't locked inside that dollhouse, and no longer had to walk around on eggshells. Hanna was back home safe and sound. Or that's what Caleb and her mother had been telling her. Unfortunately, she wasn't able to convince herself that she was safe from Charles. This person had been torturing the four girls for a few years. If anything Charles was furious at them for torching his precious belongings and then escaping. He, she, it was still out there - she was far from safe.

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Caleb glanced down at Hanna whom had been sleeping in his arms for the past few hours. She was so beautiful - an angel sent from heaven. Sadly, he could tell that she wasn't peacefully sleeping. She had been whimpering in her sleep every now and then. Not to mention had visible worried lines on her forehead. He wanted nothing more than to take away her pain - erase the memories of whatever happened in that asylum. Come face to face with the bastard who hurt his precious angel, but right now he couldn't let his anger get the best of him. He knew that he needed to be there for Hanna. Caleb wanted to be supportive by being patient and gentle. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Hanna or upset her somehow. She needed him, and he wasn't going to ruin that.

"No, no not again…" she mumbled, as she began to become restless in her slumber. Caleb knew that she was having some type of nightmare, and decided that it would be best to wake her.

"Han? Hanna? Hey, wake up." he whispered, as he gently touched the side of her face. Immediately, Hanna's blue eyes shot open, and her facial expression screamed pure fear. Her eyes widened as she looked around her empty bedroom - the bedroom that she had torn apart because it was just too painful. It took her a few minutes to realize where she was, and that she had woken up from a nightmare. Though, it wasn't just a nightmare - it was her reality.

"What time is it? How long have I been asleep?" she asked, as she rubbed her tired eyes in attempt to clear her blurred vision. Hanna finally made eye contact with Caleb, and frowned when she saw his worried features. He was worried sick about her, and she hated it. She hated feeling like this - so vulnerable and weak.

"It's almost 7 o clock. You've been sleeping for a few hours. You hungry? We can order something." he suggested, as he tucked a fallen strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

Hanna nodded, "I'm sorry. I…I didn't mean to sleep that long. I guess redecorating kinda wore me out." she yawned, and pulled her knees up against her chest. It was obvious that both her mother and Caleb thought she was crazy tearing her room apart. But they didn't know what she had endured in that asylum. No one did except her and the other girls.

Once again she awkwardly glanced at Caleb and was becoming a bit frustrated with him, "Caleb, stop…just stop it, okay?! I know what you're thinking and I can assure you that I'm fine. I don't want you worrying about me." she paused, and shrugged her shoulders. "There's nothing to be worried about. Pizza or Chinese?" she asked, as she climbed off the air mattress.

Caleb frowned as he watched his girlfriend try to deal with the aftermath of what had happened. Hanna Marin was the strongest person he knew. There wasn't a single doubt in his mind that she would get through this. But he didn't want her to go through this alone. It wasn't good for her to just ignore the pain that she was in. If she didn't talk about it - it would just build up, and eventually she would explode. He wasn't going to let that happen.

He stood up from the air mattress and took a moment to stretch out his muscles. Taking in a deep breath, he approached the young blonde, and pulled her into his arms, "Hanna, look at me…" when she did he gave her a comforting smile, "You're hands down the strongest person that I know, but you don't have to be strong around me. I heard you crying in your sleep, okay? I can see the visible pain in your eyes, and it breaks my heart. I want to be here for you. If you need to cry, I'm here. If you need to hit something, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. I love you beyond reason….let me help you."

By now Hanna's eyes filled with tears as she listened to Caleb's encouraging words. Although, she couldn't help but to feel overwhelmed, and no one seemed to understand that she didn't want to talk about it. Why would she want to relive the memories of the dollhouse? The twisted games that Charles forced them to play. Going days without food or water, or not being able to sleep because of the emotional pain she was in. Why? Why would she want to talk about that?

Hanna shook her head and pulled away from Caleb's embrace, "You don't get it. No one gets it, okay?! I'm home now. I'm not locked up anymore. So, I wish that you and everyone else can just move on!" she exclaimed, her heart was pounding against her chest. She feared that if she allowed her tears to fall - that they wouldn't stop.

"Han-" Caleb went to speak but Hanna held up her hand to prevent him from doing so. "No, just let it go okay?! Everyone needs to just let it go!" she rolled her eyes, "We are ordering pizza." she said, before storming out of the bedroom.