Chapter 2:
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"Hey!" Hank called after the girl's retreating form. "Wait!"
She slowly turned around to look at him. She could barely see him, the tears were
concealing her vision.
"What?" she asked acidly. She wasn't in the best of moods, and did not want to
associate with anyone right now.
"It's freezing out here. And you're in no condition to drive. Let me take you home." he
insisted.
Realizing that he had no sinister intentions, she agreed.
"Thanks," she whispered, her teeth chattering from the cold, as he helped her sit in the
passenger seat.
"Sure," he said. He got in the car, and turned the heater on full blast.
She turned to look at the man who had been so nice to her. He was tall, built with dirty
blond hair. And good looks, she had to admit.
"What's your name?" she asked him once her teeth had stopped chattering.
"Hank Bennett," he stated.
"I'm Gwen Hotchkiss," she went on to say. "You're a friend of Luis's right?"
"Right." he replied, his eyes fixed on the slippery road. "Where do you live?" he
asked.
"Make a left at Bridge Avenue, then go until you reach Rainview Drive. Right from
there, and it's the third house on the left side." She exhaled a breath of fresh air. She turned
to look out the window, as Ethan's words popped back into memory. How could he dump me
like that?!
From the corner of his eye, Hank looked at Gwen's sad face. He almost wanted to
choke Ethan for being so stupid. For giving up the romance of a lifetime that he had shared
with this woman - all for Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald, who wasn't even worth it. Love like the
one he had had with Gwen didn't come around too often, but Ethan was too dumb and selfish
to realize it.
"You deserve better!" he stated out of the blue.
That caught her off-guard. She wasn't expecting him to say that. "Really?" she asked,
turning to face him. Her vulnerability was evident, even though she tried to be strong.
"Yes. He doesn't love you the way you should be loved."
That made her mad. And only because she knew he was right. Ethan didn't love her the
way a man should love a woman. "I don't want to talk about this anymore!" she said angrily,
squirming in her seat.
"I understand. I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"It's not your fault," she said, realizing that she shouldn't have blown up at him like
that. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
He slowly tilted his head to see where her hand was. He looked up at her and smiled in
a friendly way.
"You're home," he said, pulling over. He got out of the car and ran to her side, helping
her out of the seat.
"Thank you so much, Hank," she sincerely said. She gave him a hug to show her
appreciation.
"Sure," he replied, hugging her back. "Anytime a bad boyfriend dumps you and you're
upset, just call me!" He winked, trying to cheer her up.
It worked. She laughed wholeheartedly. "I'll make sure to remember that. Bye, Hank
Bennett." She grinned at him as she walked up the driveway to her house.
The pain of Ethan's breakup was still very much alive in her heart, but here was a
person she had just officially met today who had been there for her when she needed someone
and he had brightened her mood. At least for a while.
She waved as he drove off.
Sighing, she entered her house and went up to her bedroom. It had been a long day,
and she was tired. She decided to take a nice warm bath to ease her mood.
She sat in the tub for at least an hour, listening to relaxing music (she always liked
having a radio in the bathroom) and writing in her diary. Yes, sophisticated, socialite Gwen
Hotchkiss had a diary. Still. But she didn't care. That was her outlet. She cried as she wrote
an entry in the journal, her tears soaking up the pages.
"Oh, Ethan," she whispered to no one in particular. "I thought you loved me. I thought
you'd always love me."
She shut the radio off and stepped out of the tub. She had to move on, that's all. Find
herself a man that would love her the way she loved Ethan. It was going to take time for her
heart to completely heal from the wounds Ethan had inflicted, but ... well, for some reason, she
couldn't seem to get her mind trailing off to thoughts of Hank Bennett.
{a/n: any suggestions? write them in ur review or email me: Lbj5411@aol.com.}
{a/n: ok, i didnt get 3 reviews like i wanted, but im still gonna continue. i dont care. to
the ones who are reading and reviewing: thanks and enjoy!}
"Hey!" Hank called after the girl's retreating form. "Wait!"
She slowly turned around to look at him. She could barely see him, the tears were
concealing her vision.
"What?" she asked acidly. She wasn't in the best of moods, and did not want to
associate with anyone right now.
"It's freezing out here. And you're in no condition to drive. Let me take you home." he
insisted.
Realizing that he had no sinister intentions, she agreed.
"Thanks," she whispered, her teeth chattering from the cold, as he helped her sit in the
passenger seat.
"Sure," he said. He got in the car, and turned the heater on full blast.
She turned to look at the man who had been so nice to her. He was tall, built with dirty
blond hair. And good looks, she had to admit.
"What's your name?" she asked him once her teeth had stopped chattering.
"Hank Bennett," he stated.
"I'm Gwen Hotchkiss," she went on to say. "You're a friend of Luis's right?"
"Right." he replied, his eyes fixed on the slippery road. "Where do you live?" he
asked.
"Make a left at Bridge Avenue, then go until you reach Rainview Drive. Right from
there, and it's the third house on the left side." She exhaled a breath of fresh air. She turned
to look out the window, as Ethan's words popped back into memory. How could he dump me
like that?!
From the corner of his eye, Hank looked at Gwen's sad face. He almost wanted to
choke Ethan for being so stupid. For giving up the romance of a lifetime that he had shared
with this woman - all for Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald, who wasn't even worth it. Love like the
one he had had with Gwen didn't come around too often, but Ethan was too dumb and selfish
to realize it.
"You deserve better!" he stated out of the blue.
That caught her off-guard. She wasn't expecting him to say that. "Really?" she asked,
turning to face him. Her vulnerability was evident, even though she tried to be strong.
"Yes. He doesn't love you the way you should be loved."
That made her mad. And only because she knew he was right. Ethan didn't love her the
way a man should love a woman. "I don't want to talk about this anymore!" she said angrily,
squirming in her seat.
"I understand. I'm sorry for bringing it up."
"It's not your fault," she said, realizing that she shouldn't have blown up at him like
that. She placed her hand on his shoulder.
He slowly tilted his head to see where her hand was. He looked up at her and smiled in
a friendly way.
"You're home," he said, pulling over. He got out of the car and ran to her side, helping
her out of the seat.
"Thank you so much, Hank," she sincerely said. She gave him a hug to show her
appreciation.
"Sure," he replied, hugging her back. "Anytime a bad boyfriend dumps you and you're
upset, just call me!" He winked, trying to cheer her up.
It worked. She laughed wholeheartedly. "I'll make sure to remember that. Bye, Hank
Bennett." She grinned at him as she walked up the driveway to her house.
The pain of Ethan's breakup was still very much alive in her heart, but here was a
person she had just officially met today who had been there for her when she needed someone
and he had brightened her mood. At least for a while.
She waved as he drove off.
Sighing, she entered her house and went up to her bedroom. It had been a long day,
and she was tired. She decided to take a nice warm bath to ease her mood.
She sat in the tub for at least an hour, listening to relaxing music (she always liked
having a radio in the bathroom) and writing in her diary. Yes, sophisticated, socialite Gwen
Hotchkiss had a diary. Still. But she didn't care. That was her outlet. She cried as she wrote
an entry in the journal, her tears soaking up the pages.
"Oh, Ethan," she whispered to no one in particular. "I thought you loved me. I thought
you'd always love me."
She shut the radio off and stepped out of the tub. She had to move on, that's all. Find
herself a man that would love her the way she loved Ethan. It was going to take time for her
heart to completely heal from the wounds Ethan had inflicted, but ... well, for some reason, she
couldn't seem to get her mind trailing off to thoughts of Hank Bennett.
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