Hanna brushed tears out of her face as she splashed through puddles of rain outside the safety of Caleb's car. She chased after a figure she was almost certain was Trey, but he was too far ahead.
"Trey! Trey please!" Hanna yelled, coughing as she threw strands of soaking wet hair away from her face. She tried to cover herself from the rain with her hands, but gave up after a few moments.
"Trey, please come back!" Hanna tried again. "Please." Hanna ran after Trey again, but didn't get too far. Suddenly, his figure stopped moving. Hanna breathed in and out a few times, then took the opportunity and sprinted at full speed towards him. When she got near Trey, she felt herself slipping. It was raining, and she was wearing heels. Only Trey didn't reach out to catch her.
Hanna let out a small scream when she hit the floor. It didn't hurt much, but it was embarrassing. She stumbled around, trying to pick herself up, but kept on falling back down again. Trey sighed, then helped his fiancé up. Hanna stood up, all of her dignity gone. Her clothes and hair were drenched, her tears were mixed in with the rain, her heart was pounding hard, and she felt as though she was shattered into microscopic pieces. But she stood tall. And that made it much easier for Trey to slap her straight across her face. Hanna grabbed her check, breathing heavily, moaning in pain, but still stood up.
"I don't even know you anymore." Trey spat, pure anger written all over his face. Hanna didn't say anything. Everything he could possibly say to her right now would be true.
"What was that? What was that! Hanna I told you to stay away from him! I never thought…." Trey whispered, his eyes wide.
"I'm sorry." Hanna said quietly, not making eye contact with him.
"You're sorry? You were ch-cheating on me! How do you apologize for that?!" Trey said angrily, balling his hands into fists.
"I know. I know that now. It was wrong. I'm so sorry Trey. I didn't mean to do this to our relationship, I just-"
"Our relationship? You clearly don't care about out relationship! I loved you Hanna! I took care of you, I gave you everything! And yet you throw it all away for some kid you dumped four years ago." Trey said firmly. Hanna looked up at him.
"Don't say that Trey. Please." She whispered, her hands clasped tightly together.
"Then what am I supposed to say Hanna? What?" He said, taking a deep breath. For a moment, all you could hear was the sound of the rain hitting the ground. Hanna shifted uncomfortably, waiting for Trey to say something; question her motives about everything she had done in Rosewood. This place was just bad news for her. It had always been. Rosewood had destroyed her life as a teen, and was now going back and re-attacking those few pieces of her life that it hadn't broken before. She looked up at Trey. She loved him. So how come the only thing on her mind right now was Caleb? And if she was thinking about him, why had she left him again? Why was she standing in the pouring rain taking Trey's crap?
"Trey. Listen to me. I love you. I really, honestly do." Hanna reached out her arm to comfort him, but he jerked away from her touch. Hanna winced but continued.
"I understand if you never want to see me or talk to me again. I made mistakes. I did you wrong. But I need you to know that I did love you. That I do love you. But there was always something missing in our relationship. There was always this…hole…in my heart that was never filled…until…" Hanna trailed off.
"Until you came here and saw Caleb, right?" Trey finished. Hanna could hear the pain dripping from his voice. It was unbearable. She gave him an apologetic look and nodded her head. She reached out towards him, and this time, Trey didn't pull away. They embraced each other, holding each other close. They were both drenched and cold, but it didn't matter.
"I'm sorry." Hanna whispered. She held Trey tightly. When Trey finally pulled away, he took Hanna's hands.
"I hate you. And I love you." He chuckled, tearing up. Then he leaned in and kissed Hanna. Hanna gave into the kiss, knowing how hard this must be for Trey. She was breaking his heart. She was destroying him. Trey continued to kiss Hanna, pushing wet strands of her hair out of her face. After a few minutes, he finally took a step back from her.
"I'm letting you go." He whispered, more to himself than to Hanna. She looked at him, tears in her eyes.
"Thank you."
Trey nodded once, then turned around and started walking back in the direction that he came from. Hanna wasn't sure where he was going, but then again, Trey probably didn't know either. But Hanna knew where she had to go. She just didn't know if she was welcome there anymore. There was only a certain number of times that you could hurt somebody before they walk out on you. She was afraid that she had exceeded that limit with Caleb. But she started walking to his house anyways, forgetting about the cold, forgetting about the rain. Hanna found herself standing outside of Caleb's front door an hour later, soaking wet and freezing cold. She had been standing there for a while, not sure of what to say if he opened the door. Her finger hovered over the doorbell. She didn't want to press it, didn't want to face Caleb after just having leaving him again. But she needed him.
The doorbell rang loudly. Hanna could hear it echo through the house. She waited impatiently for Caleb to open the door, fidgeting around. She knew that he was mad at her. Who wouldn't be? She had made him think that he was her second choice when she had walked out of that car. What if he didn't want her anymore? Hanna held her breath until somebody opened the door. She froze, unprepared for what Caleb would say to her. But it wasn't Caleb who opened the door.
"Hey, look who we have here! Guess Caleb left us a pretty face!" A short, stubby man who looked about Caleb's age said. Hanna's eyes widened. Caleb's house was trashed. There was garbage and beer bottles everywhere. She heard laughing from inside the house. Was Caleb throwing a party? Was I really gone that long? Hanna thought.
"Where's Caleb?" Hanna asked, trying to look into the house to see if he was there.
"Upstairs in his room…why?" The man asked, taking a long chug of beer.
"Don't worry about it." Hanna said, pushing past the man. Caleb was in his room alone while his friends were partying on the first floor? Had she really hurt him that badly? Hanna ignored the stares and whistles from the guys as she sprinted up the stairs. She had secretly visited Caleb enough times to know where his room was. She put her hand on the doorknob, about to open the door when she heard a loud bang coming from Caleb's room. It sounded like someone being thrown into a wall. Panicked, Hanna threw open the door. She gasped, her eyes wide.
Yes, Hanna had the right to be panicked. But not for the reason that she thought.
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