A/N: Hi guys! I'm so sorry, I meant to put this chapter up like Wednesday as a cute little surprise for you since I never update that early but I got stuck on one part of this chapter that I'm still not sure about. I also meant to update last night but I fell asleep.

Thank you all for reviewing and telling me who you thought and hoped it would be; majority said Caleb! I thought that would be way too predictable and I already had the person it was going to be in my head. Anyway, hope you enjoy! As much as you can for this chapter… which I must admit was hard to write.

Oh and sorry my final A/Ns are so long, you can just skip down to the review button if you want ;)


Hanna furrowed her eyebrows in surprise, and a name that hadn't been spoken by her in a long while tumbled out of her mouth.

"Sean?" His name fell from her lips awkwardly. It had been a while since she'd seen or even heard anything from him, about him. What was he doing back here so suddenly, walking in with no warning and no permission?

He took a few stumbles forward, then grabbed the wall for support. "Haaannnnnaaa," he slurred unevenly. She cringed as realization slapped her in the face. He was drunk. This night just kept getting better and better.

Wait. The perfect little pastor's boy was drunk? And in her house. Why?

Taking a deep breath, she braced herself for a difficult conversation. It was either he left when she asked him to, or she'd have to force him out. Hopefully not the latter. Her bark was most certainly worse than her bite, especially against like a million pounds of muscle. "Sean, leave. You're drunk." He took a few steps closer to her, and she wrinkled her nose at his putrid smell, taking a subtle one back. He smelled like vodka and beer. A lot of vodka and beer.

He kept coming closer to her, reaching for her. "I said, leave!" she repeated forcefully, catching herself off-guard. Inside, she was confused and freaking out, but even then she managed to maintain her calm and composed shell. Well, kudos to me.

Sean wasn't obeying, only laughing when she commanded him to do something. For every step she took back, he took a few more forward. It was like some sort of sick, twisted tango.

"You're sooo hoooot, why did I eveeer let yoooou gooo?" He reached up to stroke her cheek, but it felt so wrong. Nothing like it should, the "sparks" she felt while she was previously with him were nothing compared to what she felt with Caleb. She took another step backwards to get herself out of his range of touch, but only managed to back herself up against a wall, frozen in fear.

"Stop it! I have a boyfriend Sean, and we've been over for a long time now, so just get out!" she snarled, trying and failing in a fruitless attempt to be threatening, but even a bulldozer couldn't haul him out now; something in his eyes said he was on a mission. And that scared Hanna more than she'd like to admit.

She shuddered in fear. She was trying to be as intimidating as she could, but when she was already trembling and the other person had about 45 pounds more than her... well, it was more than a little difficult. He simply laughed again when she yelled at him, but maybe a different approach might work. Her innocent act always got to him when they were together. He hated to make her feel bad, and now she could finally use that to her advantage. "Sean, please leave. Please, just go," she choked out, lacing her voice in terror. That would get through to him, even when he was drunk beyond comprehension, right? Wrong.

Sean somehow found a way to get even closer to her, and pinned her hands against the wall, squeezing her wrists so hard that surely there'd be bruises. She whimpered lightly in pain, and he simply added, "Haannnaaa, shh. You want meeee." Who was he to tell her what or who she did and didn't want? He was no one to her anymore. Hanna's heart picked up speed as he lowered his head to meet his lips to hers, and not in the usual way. Out of fear.

"Get off of me!" she screamed in his face, and he released one of her wrists to slap her as a result. She took in a sharp breath and shut up immediately. Her cheek stung like she'd just been stung by a thousand bees and she whimpered. Talk about unexpected. He was always gentle with her, like she was made of thin glass or breakable china.

Seemingly infinitely more sober, Sean bargained, "Kiss me and I won't hurt you again."

It only took those eight words to make her want to revert back to her 'old habit' as she preferred to refer to it. Funny how eight words could make you want to smile like the Cheshire Cat, yet eight different words could also make you want to ruin your mother's perfectly tiled marble floors.

As Hanna thought harder about this, she heard Caleb's voice in her mind. Motivation. "I'll be back before you know it." He'd said that long ago, why was it all of a sudden coming back to her now? Little did she know it was the Universe trying to tell her something.

Hell would freeze over before Hanna ever voluntarily placed her lips on Sean's ever again, and dammit if she was giving up this easily. A hand print might be hard to cover with concealer, but she could try. And just like that, her mind went floating back to Caleb again. She'd been thinking only hours prior that she'd need concealer, and now it was for a very different reason.

An icy glare accompanied by a low, almost silent snarl was emitted by Hanna, and she shook her head. Really not replying to his previous statement, she contradictingly laughed humorlessly, "Do what you want, but when Caleb sees the red hand print on my cheek, I think he'll ask questions. And he's not the only one," the words were spilling out of her without her consent. She closed her eyes tightly and waited for the pain to strike again.

Instead, she found Sean's lips being pressed forcefully against her own, his tongue vigorously attempting to pry her mouth open, like a slimy frog on a lily pad. Bile rose in her throat, and for a moment, Hanna literally thought she was going to puke on him. But he pulled away after seeing that she wasn't cooperating; instead, clamping her mouth shut and kicking his shins to try and fight him off, since one of her hands was still restricted. And by now she'd lost feeling in both of them. Maybe telling him to "do what you want" wasn't exactly the right way to phrase it.

"What the hell! Get away from me!" she shouted once he'd given up, angry and disgusted. Clearly being a strong-willed fighter wasn't his favorite trait in her, because her face was met with another slap, this one harder. Her mouth hung open in hurt and shock.

"Do what I say, Hanna! Or else your little sketchy boy won't be quite so happy to hear that you came onto me, hm?" She shuddered at the thought, it would be believable for Caleb. After a fight that bad, he'd probably believe anything anyone said that she had done to "get back at him."

"Don't bring him into this!" Hanna yelled, tentatively touching her cheek with one hand. Even just brushing her fingers lightly over it stung, since it'd been the same cheek twice, and pressing the pad of her index finger to it caused immense pain.

Sighing, he reverted to his drunk self after a moment of two of sobriety. "Jusssst give innnn and kiss meeee, Hanny." The use of one of his old nicknames for her caused her to swallow hard, she'd always hated it.

Shaking her head in determination, she fought, "Never again, Sean! Just leave me alone!"

He didn't answer her command, just the opposite. He kissed her harder, more roughly and sloppily. His hands rubbed her thighs harshly, making her want to gag. He chose to take her disgusted screams as moans and her attempts to fight him off as feistiness. It only lasted a moment or two though, as the atmosphere suddenly changed, someone yelled something that she was too busy not thinking about to even pay attention to, and Sean's weight was released from her. Hanna's eyes were still sewn shut in fear, so she had no clue what was going on. All she heard was a punch being thrown and something cracking.


After storming down the street, Caleb found himself fuming at the park, sitting on an old swing and trying to process what had just happened. They loved each other too much, was the conclusion he came to. Too hard they were pushing each other... or he was pushing her. When she wanted to share, she'd share.

And suddenly, he was angry at himself for taking her side. As her boyfriend, he had a right to want to protect her from any harm! He wasn't born yesterday, the text she'd gotten was definitely threatening. This mysterious "A" person was definitely harassing her, but was it just her?

His phone beeped in his pocket, breaking him out of his thoughts. He hurried to fish it out, his heart pounding with hope that it was Hanna and also dread that it was Hanna. Both emotions cancelled out when he figured out it was just Lucas, wondering when he'd be home. Sighing frustratedly, he didn't bother to reply and instead shoved it back in his pocket.

Kids played across the trees from him, since no one ever used the swings anymore unless it was to meet up with someone. Or in his case, to think. Maybe he wasn't the only one. Maybe he was. Whatever, that was normal.

Stupidly, Caleb found himself jealous of the children that climbed and raced nearby. Jealous of their carefree attitude, the way nothing had to matter to them. Too bad everyone had to grow up. It really was a shame.

Something inside of him said it was time to go after about thirty minutes, and he didn't know why, but he listened to it. Caleb always followed his instinct, it proved to be very useful. The thoughts of the children still swarmed around his mind as he exited the park and headed left into the suburbs of Rosewood.

The joyous looks on their faces. Why couldn't everybody have that? He shook his head in disgust at society. Especially Rosewood's snobby, everyone-here-has-to-be-rich soci—

Wait. Left of the park? That didn't lead to the Gottesman's house, it led to Hanna's... which he was now standing in front of, absently staring at like some sort of stalker. It was in or out, now. Which one? His gut told him to go in, immediately. But why? What was so important that he needed to be there right then?

"Never again, Sean! Just leave me alone!"

The strangled, terrified scream filled the air around the house, loud enough for Caleb's ears to pick up, but quiet enough so that if he'd been a further back few yards, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

His brain doubted his ears at first. Possibly she was watching a movie where the antagonists name was Sean and the voice oddly sounded a lot like hers but she'd just turned it really loud...

Who was he kidding? Hanna was in trouble, and she needed him. Sprinting up the steps, he flung open the front door which was unlocked. Caleb literally only took a second to allow himself to blame himself for leaving it unlocked in the first place, but there were more important issues at hand. Like the fact that his girlfriend's ex-douchebag-of-a-boyfriend had his hands all over her and was basically slobbering all over her. Hanna's disgusted face didn't even change expression, she was too busy trying to block anything and everything out to notice that the front door had opened and slammed once again, and Sean was too intoxicated to notice anything either. That was, until Caleb broke the silence in the house once again, louder this time.

"I believe she told you to leave!"

Sean took a pause from sucking Hanna's face against her own will to turn and face Caleb. Dropping her other wrist, which was turning purple, he gave the other guy a confused look and took a step or two back from Hanna, who clutched her bruising wrist in pain. Sean only had a moment to wonder what the other guy was doing there though, before Caleb approached him and punched him square in the jaw. Something cracked and all three occupants of the room cringed, while Hanna still remained in a corner with her eyes squeezed closed. Although she had no idea what was going on, it sounded bad.

Finally, she gathered the courage to hesitantly open her eyes, yet they shot open when she witnessed what was happening. Sean was stumbling around, trying ruthlessly to fight Caleb back. "I suggest you leave before anything else happens to your pretty boy face," Caleb added, pointing to the door.

Taking what was left of his pride with him, Sean took one look back at Hanna, who shot him a hurt and determined glare, before staggering out of the house and slamming the door shut so hard that it shook the entire house.

"How did you know?" Hanna breathed, somehow still standing. Caleb rushed over to her and wrapped his arms around her, both of them letting out a breath of relief.

"I love you so much, Han, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He kissed the top of her head and held her closer while she let silent tears trickle down her cheeks. One of which still stung beyond belief.

Caleb heard her wince in pain as the salty tears passed the red marks and pulled back only slightly, taking the first good look at her face while she sheepishly looked up at him. It only served to anger him more and he muttered, "I will kill that bastard."

"Thank you, I love you," she whispered, "but please don't kill him, I don't want you in jail."

He laughed lightly and somewhat forcefully, then pulled her closer again and kissed her forehead. "You're not getting rid of me that easily." Still, red-hot anger coursed through his veins and he swore that if he ever saw Sean again, he'd make sure to punch him one more time for good measure.

They remained there for a few more minutes until the home phone started ringing, bursting their bubble. She made no effort to move anyway, until it stopped and rang three more times. Fed up, she finally marched over to the phone and, making sure to keep it on the right side of her face, snapped, "What?" Oh well, if it were that important, the person wouldn't mind her greeting.

"Oh Han!" Emily's voice carried through the receiver breathlessly and exasperatedly. "Why didn't you answer your phone? I think I know where Maya is!"

Happiness for her friend added to her mix of emotions and Hanna tried to sound sincere when she replied, "That's great Em. So I'm not getting my Chinese?" Her teasing lacked emotion at the moment, so she added a little laugh at the end for good measure. "I'm kidding, take all the time you need. Yeah, I'll see you later. Good luck, bye."

She hung up after that and retreated back to Caleb, once again resting in his arms. "Let's go to the living room," he suggested softly, leading her there. She still couldn't believe Sean would do this. He never quite seemed like the type to get drunk and go tongue-rape someone. Or to even get drunk at all.

They rested comfortably on the couch, her head laying on his chest while he played with a lock of her blond hair absentmindedly, thanking God that he'd listened to his instinct.

"You know, you never answered my question," she broke the comfortable silence, looking up at him as he gave her a look that caused her to clarify. "About how you knew."

He shrugged and held her closer. "I guess sometimes you just do."

And later, when Ashley Marin found them asleep on the couch in the darkness, fully clothed, she simply smiled and left them to be.

Happy ending, whoop whoop! Oh & the only time I looked up at the time while making the final edits on this chapter, it was 11:05. 1105 ;) If you get that, please let me know I'm not the only one who obsessed over that.

truelover: Thank you, that's exactly how i wanted people to think of it!

Brittany: Oh my god, your review made my day. I always love the story that make you feel the emotions and I'm so happy I've achieved that!

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Maisy x: I'm surprised you thought about even the possibility of it being Alison, that hadn't crossed my mind at all! And you could say that Sean attacked Hanna... actually he did.

Hancanaleb: Wow, your review was similar to Brittany's and I'm very happy I can make you guys feel that this is actually happening! It wasn't Mona, clearly, but that was a great suggestion! That probably would've been my alternative if I couldn't write this.

Music and Angels: You're right, I never looked at it like that before but now I do. Spencer and Toby's situation is obviously different but very similar as well!

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