Chapter 2
When Bright's alarm clock suddenly sprang to life at noon, he and Hannah both simultaneously shot up, a mass of sheets and arms in the air.
Hannah groped around for her glasses, which had been conveniently folded together neatly and on top of the nightstand. When Bright noticed what she was doing, he handed them to her. As everything became clear again, Hannah started blushing and almost immediately jumped out of the bed, grabbing her shoes in one deft movement.
"Uh, yeah, okay, bye." Bright managed to sputter out as Hannah shut his bedroom door behind herself.
"Oh, Hannah, I didn't hear you come in earlier. Good afternoon." Harold said as Hannah cut through the kitchen. He was pouring himself what was most likely his tenth cup of coffee. He had a noticeable amount of weight, Hannah noticed, and he looked considerably older. His eyes were a little baggy and his hair a little greyer, but he still covered it up with his odd quirks and antics.
"Yeah, I, uh, came in earlier, nobody was in at home and I was a little lonely," she rambled on, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
"Oh, I see. You can go upstairs and see if Amy is awake by -" Harold started, only to be interrupted.
"Oh, no, that's okay. I gotta get home, Nina is probably wondering where I am...bye Dr. Abbott!" Hannah said, rushing out of the side door, trying to avoid any more interaction with the Abbott men.
"What is up with you?" Bright asked, almost angrily, as he practically stormed into Hannah's room, unannounced. His words were perfectly annunciated, sharp.
It, too, was like the Abbot house…clean, spotless. Everything has a place to go. It was the only constant in her life. No matter what relatives she was residing with at the time, she promised herself that everything she carried along with her would have a certain, specific place.
"Nothing…" Hannah eventually whispered, putting clothes in a messenger bag.
"Well then why won't you talk to me? It's been three days now. I didn't know what happened" Bright began, more softly now. His voice had immediately toned down, and he too, was talking in a whisper-like voice. He began to speak once more, but stopped suddenly. By the way that Hannah wouldn't look him in the face, he knew what happened.