Just to clarify, in the last chapter Caleb was drugged by Janet. Just wanted to make that clear. Here's the next chapter. I know I haven't updated in forever. Really sorry. Though, I don't think many people like my story anyways. Reviews/comments/constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Caleb awoke in a haze, senses dulled and mind askew. It proved near impossible to remember what had happened or to think straight, but he closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt a weight on top of him, and warm air against his face. He was lying down on the floor, hard and uncomfortable. He could hear nothing except a ragged breathing and smelled only…alcohol. His eyes opened again and as his blurry vision cleared and the world came into a sharp precision again, he saw Janet's face, only inches from his. Her hair was hanging down in his face and her body was on top of his. She held a bottle…a beer bottle…in one hand and had her other gently stroking his arm. She seemed to be attempting to sing a lullaby to him, but in her drunken haze, it just came out an insufferable screech of high and low notes, molded together in an unmasterful combination. Her head dropped for a moment onto him, as if she was going to fall asleep on his chest, before it jolted back up. A smile, something foreign to her, touched her lips, but it made only made her face look even more cruel, as she seemed unaccustomed to this particular movement. "Caleb, Caleb. Hmmmm…Caleb" she slurred, as if trying to say something, but not being able to find the right words. "Caleb…I…I" she repeated, but nothing more came out. Deciding that words were too complex for the moment, Janet began sliding her hand up his arm until she reached Caleb's cheek. "Janet…what are you..are you doing?" Caleb asked, mind still slightly sluggish and subdued from the drugs. Janet only grinned and closed her eyes, as she lowered her lips slowly to his.

Hanna sat in her room, glowering at the wall in front of her. The sadness that had succumbed her was suppressed by the Hanna Marin that took control. Her sadness was annihilated by the Hanna Marin with dignity. She had let her sadness go and had embraced her anger. She'd filtered her emotions, manipulated them so that now, she was cold, almost soulless. The only thing that controlled her now was her anger. Her resentment. Love did not exist. Honesty did not exist. Devotion did not exist. It was a world in which everyone fiends for themselves. She'd been stupid to believe otherwise. But…still, how could Caleb do such a thing? After all she'd done for him? And what had she gotten in return? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. If he thought that she would go crawling back to him, he was sadly mistaken. She knew that deep inside her, muffled and strangled by the layers of cool, serene composure she withheld, her sorrow still thrived. Deep inside her…somewhere. But now was not the time. Those thoughts, memories, urges had been destroyed. She felt nothing. She was empty. Or so she wished she was. What had Caleb truly done? Called her a name? She was overreacting. He'd done something mildly insulting. She'd taken years of crap from other people, and now she couldn't even put up with one word? Had she become that vulnerable? She shook her head. She was not vulnerable. It was Caleb who had fallen out of line. What he'd done was inexcusable. She was determined to make him pay, to make him suffer for what he'd done. Making people suffer. That was something A would do, wasn't it? Hanna quickly leered away from that line of thinking. He would feel sorry. Hanna would make sure of that.

Caleb's eyes widened with shock and horror as Janet's lips came crashing onto his. Her tongue licked lazily, unskillfully, and ungracefully at his mouth, but he denied her entrance. Her pungent odor was nearly unbearable and the feeling of her body rubbing against his was one of the most horrific things he'd ever had to endure, but the worst part, to him, was the fact that he was betraying Hanna even more than he already had. "N…no. Jhanwat styop." he muttered, trying to break away from the kiss. Janet only giggled and clasped his face firmly between her two hands. "You're not escaping me that easy." She said, before sitting up and coddling him. Caleb, truly horrified now, wriggled under her. "Janet, stop NOW!" he nearly screamed, trying desperately to break out. "MMMMMMM…Caleb. I drugged you. You won't be strong enough to leave me." Janet said, rubbing her hands up and down his chest. Caleb shook his head and pushed her off him violently, staggering up as quickly as he could. Janet came down with a crash, glass from the beer bottle strewn all over the floor with the liquid. "Damnit Caleb," she yelled, staring at her now bleeding palm. "you made me bleed!" But Caleb was paying no heed to her. At the moment, he was clutching onto a desk, trying desperately to remain erect and standing as the world spun confusingly around him. Janet crawled back to him, pulling back onto the floor. "No you don't." she said, a bit maliciously this time. She was getting mad. Again, she climbed on top of him and began kissing his neck, tugging lightly at his shirt. "Janet…no. You're supposed to be my mother. Stop right now!" Caleb pleaded, as he felt her cold hands on his bare chest. Janet did not. Instead, she began fumbling with his belt buckle, too drunk to actually undo it and laughed. The laugh was that of a cruel and merciless person, dripping with excitement and rimmed with insanity. "But the fun's just beginning!" she said, finally deeming her struggle with his belt too difficult and instead fingering his crotch greedily. Caleb, finally fed up, summoned all of his strength, kicked Janet square in the face, and run. Hard. Fast. Away.

Her mind had slowed and Hanna was lying comfortably in bed, wrapped in her blankets. Safe. Protected. Nothing could hurt her when she was in her own home, with her mother, the one person in her life that had never abandoned her. Sleep would always bring peace, no matter the chaos that ensued the day after or had taken place the day before. It was a time for heavenly bliss. A time where worries did not exist, only dreams did. It was the only thing keeping Hanna sane. And just when she was on the brink of sanity (see what I did there?), her phone buzzing disrupted her.

If your heart was shattered before wait 'till u see this!

-Love, A

As if Hanna could ever love A. And see what? There was neither picture nor attachment accompanying the text. Hanna wondered if A was trying to toy with her. As if to answer her question, Hanna's phone buzzed again. This time, A had sent a video of Caleb under a woman, whose hair had fallen in front of her face to mask her identity. She was coddling him, grinding herself on him. And he didn't seem to be opposing it. He didn't seem to be stopping it. The only words Hanna heard were "MMMM…Caleb." Before the brief video began again. Hanna watched it over and over, horrified. Who was that woman? She looked older…more…mature. Sudden realization dawned upon Hanna. It was the woman that Caleb had been at dinner with. That gorgeous woman. He was sleeping with her. H…how could he? She wondered, tears streaming down her face. Her inner serenity had melted away and the sorrow that she had suppressed came exploding to the surface, bursting through the seams that she had tried so hard to mend. It was the ultimate betrayal.