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Authors Note: For those of you reading A Mother's Love, it will be updated soon.

How did this happen? It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her life wasn't supposed to be this traumatic. She was supposed to be happy, yet the only reason she was still standing here breathing was for her son whose father had abandoned the both of them.

Travis wasn't always this abusive. Or maybe he was and it took Hanna until now to figure it out. Hanna wished she'd paid more attention to the signs in the beginning. His constant need to always know where she was and who she was with at all times. Needing her to answer his calls and texts every five seconds. They all pointed to the possessive trait. She should've left when she had the chance, now it was too late.

By now, Hanna was used to the precipitated slaps she would received every now and then. For one reason or another, even if it was unjustified. The only thing Hanna was concerned about was her son. Travis has never showed any hankering towards hurting Julian, from what Hanna could see her offspring seemed enamored towards Travis.

Now, gazing at herself steadily in the mirror before her, Hanna let her hands slowly roamed over the dark bruise on the front of her shoulder blade, wincing as she touched the very sore contusion. There was a matching mark on her back, one she wouldn't be able to cover up with makeup. Hopefully, her dress will do that for her. As the blonde finished coating the lesions on her body such as her black eye and the black and blue spot on her shoulder that she was just eying in the mirror, she quickly made her way downstairs. Julian had already been fed and changed for the morning, hid next stop was daycare.

"Ready to go?" Travis asked, as her looked at his beautiful girlfriend, who simply nodded as she grabbed the car seat her eleven month old son was currently napping in. As Hanna walked ahead of Travis, Travis noticed the injury hecaused was very much salient.

"Hey, what are you going to do about that?" Travis pointed, and as Hanna turned to face him she knew what he was talking about.

"I don't know, I'll figure something out." Hanna responded, she knew what Travis would do to her if anyone found out what was going on between these walls. It wasn't always brutality with Travis, they could have regular conversations at times. It was only when he was indignant or cynical or even drunk that he would be pugnacious towards her.

"So, I hear Caleb's back." Travis noted as they all got settled in the car.

"Oh." Hanna's body became stiff at the mention of Caleb, he was a taboo topic for them. Her stiffness fading as she responded dumbfoundedly.

"I didn't know." Hanna lied through her teeth, as the car had began to take off. She had been getting texts from the girls about his return all morning. Apparently he had arrived sometime late last night, Spencer said she saw him as she was walking from The Brew last night.

"I don't want you or Julian anywhere near him." Travis demanded, at which Hanna responded with a nod as she glued her eyes to floor of the car beneath them.

"Hanna, I'm serious." Travis replicated, hostility within the tone of his voice. Travis moved his right hand off the wheel to powerfully grasp Hanna's upper thigh. Causing her body to immediately tense up.

"Remember what happened the last time you didn't listen to me?" Travis allowed his thumb to slowly run over the fabric of her shorts, which he had allowed her to wear today out of the generousness of his heart. With a shaky breath, Hanna was quick to nod.

"Y-Yes." She answered. The memory of the last time she'd disobeyed him was not something she'd want to relieve. It reminded her too much of the first time he'd harmed her, it was almost too harrowing to forget.

It was a few months after Caleb had left Rosewood and Hanna was bringing Julian there to see his father. Travis was not at all fond of the idea of Caleb alone with Hanna and or Julian, he knew Hanna had been settling for him, she could leave anytime she wanted and he knew it.

"Hanna, for the last time—you're not leaving!" Travis shouted at the blonde girl who was persistent on going to Ravenswood that week.

"Yes, I am! Julian needs to see his father!" Hanna shouted back.

"I'm his father! I take care of him!" Travis bellowed, speaking only the truth.

"Caleb's his real father."

The words stung Travis like a bee, skipping grief and heading straight to pain. Before he knew it his hand flew across the room, only to land down firmly on Hanna's cheek.

"I'm his father!"

An immediate tear formed in her eyes as her cheek began to throb, the tear rolling it's way down her face. As a hand came to cup her cheek, Hanna hesitantly looked up at him. Remorse filling his face.

"Hanna, I'm—" Travis' sentence was cut short as Hanna was quick to cut him off.

"Get out." Hanna sobbed out.

"Hanna—"

"Get. Out!" Hanna repeated, more strength in her voice this time as her pain was masked with vexation. The blonde desperately wanting Travis to leave as he soon pushed past her and headed out the door, an angry expression on his face. Travis has done a lot of things, but never in their relationship has he ever put his hands on Hanna like so. It caught her by surprise and in that moment, Hanna loathed Travis.

"We don't want a repeat of last time, now do we?" Travis knowingly asked, it was as if he got off on hurting her, like he was some sadistic fool.

"No." Hanna simply replied.

Hanna had been the next one to be dropped off after Julian. The blonde was making her way down the street when she ran into someone she'd rather avoid for the time being.

"Hanna." Caleb spoke, the word merely a whisper.

"Caleb—hi." Hanna was hesitant to speak as she remembered the warning Travis had given her.

"How—How is he?" Caleb asked, he was embarrassed he had to ask that about his own son. Hanna knew exactly who Caleb was referring to.

"He's great." Hanna answered, her natural instincts are telling her to ignore him, especially after all the distress he left her in. Due to what went down in Ravenswood, Hanna felt bad. Hanna at least thought he deserved to be acknowledged at least for now.

"When do you think I could see him?" Caleb asked, nervously.

"I actually don't think that's such a good idea." Hanna stated.

"What? Why?" Caleb questioned.

"Caleb, how am I supposed to trust that you won't leave again? I'm not putting my son through that again, even though he didn't know what was going on I did. It hurt, Caleb. You can't guarantee it won't happen again."

Before Caleb even had the chance to defend himself, Hanna cut him off.

"We shouldn't even be talking right now." A moment passed as Caleb was silent, and that's what Hanna couldn't handle.

"You know what, Caleb? I have somewhere to be." Hanna stated before pushing pass Caleb, leaving him standing alone on the sidewalk of Main Street.