Sorry this chapter's a little short, but I was blocking. Thank you to all of my reviewers, they've ALL been so lovely. I would especially like to thank: .Ashwee.11, MargeW76, Fight4finchel7532 (I love finchel 2!) for sticking with the story for so long. I will try to update another chapter really soon to make up with the length (or lake thereof) of this chapter. P.S. sorry if the formatting is a little weird, I screwed something up on Microsoft word and now it looks all weird.

"What the hell are you talking about?" "What do you think I'm talking about, Caleb? That girl that you went to dinner with, the one that's way too old for you. You went on a date with her and then you went home and you fucked her." "I haven't 'fucked' anybody since you. And I haven't gone on a date with anybody since you. What are you talking about?" "Don't play dumb with me Caleb. I saw you with that woman. I saw you with my own two eyes. At the Japanese restaurant." "Hanna, that's my" "And then I saw you fucking her. Don't try to deny it." "Hanna! I don't know what you're talking about!" Caleb practically yelled. Hanna stepped back at his furious tone of voice, but Caleb quickly redeemed his composure and took a step towards her, trying to close the space between them. He softened his features and reached a hand out to stroke Hanna's cheek, but she quickly smacked it away. "Hanna…I love you. You have to believe that." He said, pleading with her. She only rolled her eyes and looked down at her hand. If she was going to do it, then she was going to do it. "I wouldn't do anything to-" but Caleb was cut off when Hanna's small fist hit him as hard as it could in the right arm. It was a relatively weak blow, but with the rings on, it hurt like hell. "Ahhh…Hanna! What'd I do to deserve that?" Hanna only stared at him, trying to suppress emotions before her eyes welled up. She emit a sob and barely mustered an "I thought you loved me" before she ran away, heartbroken. "Hanna, wait! I do! Hanna please!" he called. Why wouldn't she believe him? He would have to make her believe him. And then, the thought dawned on him. In a desperate and futile attempt to make her love him again, Caleb grabbed Hanna's arm and yanked her back as hard as he could. He cupped her face in between both hands and his lips came crashing down on hers. Hanna squealed and her arms began smacking Caleb's in an effort to escape, but Caleb was stronger. He only wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him, no matter the struggles she was presenting. Please let this work, he thought, as his lips worked furiously to get a response from Hanna's. I love her more than anything in this world. Caleb's tongue licked at Hanna's lower lip, but she clamped her teeth shut. He was not going to win. He could hold her there against her will, him being the superior physically, but she was not about to kiss him back. But…he was so warm and his arms around her. No…no thoughts like that! He'd betrayed her! She could never love him again! But she had admitted that she'd once loved him. Him and those gorgeous brown eyes and broad shoulders. His sun-kissed skin and his long, chocolate hair. Him and that body…and…Hanna's thoughts trailed along this line for quite a while, while unknowingly wrapping her arms around his neck and moaning in to the kiss when his tongue slipped into her mouth. She'd begun twirling her fingers in that gorgeous hair of his and pressing her body closer to his as Caleb relaxed his body, assured that Hanna would no longer try to escape. She lost all consciousness of her actions, reacting only with her instincts and not her mind. What had she been mad about in the first place? She couldn't even remember. It was as if Caleb had cast a spell over her, one that made her fall madly in love with him for a brief amount of time. But in those few seconds of pure bliss and lust…feelings arose that Hanna didn't even know she had, hormones began pulsing thr- Caleb broke the kiss and rested his head on hers, so that they looked each other in the eyes, but the spell had been lifted. Hanna's eyes widened at what she had just done and she pushed him away from her. "Go home, Caleb…and I never want to see you again!" she said, her voice rising and tears welling in her eyes, again. Caleb scrunched up his face with confusion. A second ago she had kissed him like it was the last time she'd ever see him again and now she wanted him to leave? He'd never understand women. "Hanna…wait! Just here me out!" but she kept walking. Caleb talked louder "that girl you saw me with in the restaurant? That was my social worker!" Hanna spun around. "What?" she said, voice quiet. "I wanted to discuss moving out of Janet's house before I was eighteen with her. She brought me out to dinner because I didn't want to have the conversation with Janet there. The restaurant was secluded. And that's why she looked at least five years older than me. I wasn't on a date with her." He explained. Hanna thought he sounded sincere, but that didn't explain quite everything. "You expect me to believe that your social worker is in her early twenties?" Hanna said skeptically. "I told you my social worker was a joke. That's why I've been placed with all these bad families." Hanna supposed that that much made sense. "But…if she was your social worker, why did you sleep with her?" she asked quietly. It still hurt to say it. "Hanna…I didn't sleep with anyone! Much less Clarence! Since that night in the tent…it's been you. Only you." He swore. Hanna scoffed. "But…I got a video, on my phone. Someone sent it to me. A woman was on top of you, she was straddling you…and moaning. And you had your shirt off. The woman looked…older. I couldn't see her face. Explain that." Hanna said, temper rising again. He was lying to her. "Wha…what? Show me the video. Who sent it to you?" Caleb asked. "I…er…my phone's broken. I threw it against the wall when I saw the video." "Hanna…you misunderstood. That…that…woman wasn't Clarence and I…um…we di-didn't g-go all th-the way." Caleb said, voice breaking and eyes pained. "Well, then who was it?" Hanna asked impatiently. Caleb sighed and knelt against the car. "That…that was…That was Janet." Hanna gasped. "Janet? Janet? You had sex with Janet? Why? How could you? Of all the-" "I didn't want to. Janet drugged me. She forced herself on me. I…was dizzy. I didn't quite know what was going on. I barely had enough strength to get away from her." Caleb said. Hanna's eyes widened, but she hadn't any words to comfort him. She'd never imagined Janet's cruelty went that far. "You…I'm. Caleb, you can't stay in that house. She could try to force herself on you again. You…you need to…find somewhere else to live." She stuttered. "But where, Hanna? I don't trust Clarence to find a better family for me. She's already placed me with two abusive families, not including Janet." A wave of remorse crashed over Hanna. Two abusive families? Caleb deserves better than that. He deserves better than everything he's gotten, which is practically nothing. At a loss for words of comfort, Hanna did the only thing she could think of. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all her heart. She was going to make Janet wish she was never born. Revenge is a dish best served cold.