At 15 Hannah was a very witty individual.
Her hair was long and sleeked, still its dark brown though. Her eyes were bright blue and she was a fairy slim girl. Her arms were slightly muscled from playing tennis so often; she had already won three school tournaments. She had become a quite decent piano player, but not as good as her father.
The teachers had all decided to steer clear of her, giving her separate sheets of homework while she sat in class bored with the basics. She entertained herself by solving some riddles her father had given her in a book on her birthday.
Her father was older now and had lost some of his sharp and witty tongue. Wilson came over more often and the two would eat Chinese and talk of past experiences in the days where his leg was healthy.
House was turning 55 and soon he would have to retire from the hospital he had always worked in. He would roll his eyes complaining he was fine enough to do his job, but his leg was becoming wearier and had been warned he would soon need a wheel chair.
He of course wouldn't hear of it though.
Hannah had found herself a boyfriend named Jake. Jake was tall with spiked brown hair, he also played tennis but was in love with his band. He had a small piercing in his lips and sometimes came to school with scars on his wrists. He was 18, she was 15. It was meant to fall apart.
Hannah in her youth chose to ignore this and treated him like a god, went to parties with him and even started to drink a little.
House had talked to her one night outside after he had dropped her off one night in his flash navy blue car. He had warned her about him, told her that he knew guys like this and knew what would happen.
She shrugged him off; assuring him she was mature enough to handle him.
It happened at a party.
He pulled her up the stairs and into his room at a party. She wore a red top with small frills at its rim with a small crimson skirt that criss crossed over her thighs.
He had pressed himself against her, and he had shoved him way, Staring at him through blue eyes. "No Jake" She said firmly.
He went in for a kiss, again trying to make her fall against the bed. She began to struggle and he pushed down. She tried to shout but he covered her mouth.
It was lucky there was a metal lamp in his room.
It came in contact with his head with a shattering crash, he fell dazed onto the floor while she held up the hem of her skirt and dashed outside with teary eyes.
She felt betrayed, unloved and horrid, how could he?
She knew how her father felt about Stacy.
She felt dirty, she scratched her arms until they were red raw. It had begun to rain and when she finally managed to reach her front door she was hysterically and tired, and she collapsed sobbing into Wilson's outstretched arms.