Voices

"We speak in different voices when fighting with the ones we loved."

My dad came to get me from the juvenile center. He gave me a long talk about how irresponsible it was for me to try to beat up Jacob, and he was right. Jacob was my brother, no matter how much I didn't want him to be. But that meant Hannah was my sister, and I had to be nice to her too. I didn't want to, but I had to talk to her. What I did was wrong, and she would definitely tell people that I was rough with her when I broke up with her. I had to see her. No matter how hard I tried, I still loved her, and I wouldn't get over it for a while.

When I got home, I made sure my mom knew I was okay before leaving again. They couldn't ground me, because I was a werewolf. They couldn't keep me from my duties.

I walked to Hannah's house, and knocked on the door. Her mom answered, and I was sure she didn't know that Hannah and I had broken up.

"Paul!" she greeted, hugging me. "I'll just get Hannah for you."
She called up for Hannah, and Hannah came running downstairs, but when she saw me, she stopped.

"I'll leave you kids alone," her mom offered. She left, and Hannah slowly walked closer. She stepped outside and closed the door behind her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Can I talk to you?"
"So you can hurt me even more? No thanks."
"Hannah, I don't want to hurt you. I'm not going to lay a finger on you."

"You promised that you wouldn't tell anyone if I didn't tell that you hurt me."

"I know, and…"
"Save it, Paul. I don't want to hear it."
"Just listen to me Hannah."
"Why should I?"
"Because you owe me."
"We're even," she growled. "After you did that, I don't owe you anything."
"Oh yes you do. Don't be stupid, Hannah. You know what you did was worse than what I did."

"So what if it was? I don't need to listen to you."
"Just hear me out, Hannah…"
"No."

"God dammit, Hannah, just let me speak!"

"What the fuck do you have to say to me? I know what you want to say: "you're a slut, a whore, and you deserved everything that came to you"."
"I didn't mean for kids to tease you."

"Without any of the guys there, because you manipulated them all, I got cat calls all day. Guys were asking me to fuck them, and blow them, and cheat on Jacob with them, all because you had to post it on Facebook."

"You deserved it Hannah. You had it coming to you."
"See? I know what you're going to say. Now leave before I tell my mom what you did to me."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Hannah, please just listen to me."
"No, Paul. I'm done."

"I should be done with you, Hannah, not you done with me!"

"Then leave, Paul. Be done with me. Leave me alone."
"But I'm not done. You need to listen to me."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm listening."

"You hurt me, Hannah, you hurt me bad. You ripped out my heart, and stomped on it. Why would you do that to me?"
"Because Jacob cares. He doesn't yell at me or hurt me; he never makes me have sex or makes me go places I don't want to go. He cares, Paul, and you didn't care enough."

"So that's it then?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Hannah…."

"You'll find her Paul; you know you will, and I was never her."
"You could've been her."

"No, I never could've. Jacob told me everything. I'm not you're imprint."

"And you know you're Jacob's?"
She nodded.

I sighed. "Well, I guess this is it then. I don't want to talk to you again."

"That's fine with me," she growled.

"Bye Hannah."

She walked backwards, opened the door, and left without a single word. I started walking back to my own house.

"Paul!" Jared came running over to me. "What are you doing out?"

"I was talking to Hannah."

"That slut?" he asked. "Why the fuck would you talk to her?"
"I needed to get some things off my chest."

"Well, that's good. Did you tell her she was a whore?"
I shook my head. "No."

"What about a slut?"

"No."
"Then why were you even there?"
"I really don't know, Jared. I really don't know."