AN: Just a little something I wrote a while back. I wish Hanna had done this when her father demanded she spend more time with Kate.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars.
Hanna found herself clenching and unclenching her fist. Her jaw was locked in a ground position, causing her teeth to grind. Her face felt numb; her body felt numb. Her head was pounding and her heart beat against her chest, as if it were trying to rip its way from her chest. Though she'd stopped breathing, her face didn't change its fair color. She snapped her eyes open and glared at her father. His smug look hadn't changed in the five minutes her anger grew. It was that, that one look that had remained on his face that had caused her to explode.
"What the hell do you care?"
The smug look was gone. At first she couldn't read his face, but slowly the emotion changed to confusion.
"You have everything already! You don't need me anymore, you never did. You three obviously deserve each other." She quickly glanced around the room, exchanging her glare between him and Kate. Her eyes landed on Kate; Ali's – near – twin.
Hanna snickered, shaking her head, "The two bitches and the bitch in disguise." Referring to Isabel.
" Aw. What a perfect family," She raised her glare to Mr. Marin, "You can do whatever the hell you want, but expect me out of the house by tonight. I won't be expected to hang out with her and you can't make me. You can remain the deadbeat father you have always been."
She seen him wince and on the brink of tears, but she continued in a slightly smaller voice. "Your little piggy is sick of your bullshit. I don't give a rat's ass about what you want anymore. It's clear you don't want it. So take your little perfect bitch and fuck her. Fuck her with her mom, the way you always do."
Before he had a chance to protest, she pushed him out of her way. Kate blocked the doorway, clearly trying to get her to stay for a punishment. Hanna shoved her roughly and didn't even try to catch her when she fell, "Slut."
She stormed down the hallway, in search of Wilden. She had to leave now. Fuck everything and everyone. Forget being popular, who the fuck needed it? She'd find Lucas and explain. She'd apologize. And she can move in with him. She'd be happy again, and it'd stay that way forever.
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But it was coming out all wrong. Instead of fighting back, she'd ended up grounded. She'd have to spend every minute of every day with the STD infested – though she refused to admit it – Kate. Hanna lost. Her phone buzzed in her purse. When she stared at the screen, it was a new text.
Watch your back, little piggy. Someone's out for blood. – A
Hanna turned her head, slightly, looking over her shoulder from the corner of her eye. Her father or Kate hadn't come looking for her, so she shoved her phone back into her purse and waved for Wilden.