"Hmm" Hannah moaned when she woke up the next morning, looking around her surroundings which were unfamiliar. She sat up groggily, raising a hand onto her forehead automatically as she heard a cough noise from the corner of the small cramped bedroom. She looked over and saw Mark leant against the wall and the wardrobe, his arms folded and one of his brows raised as he continued staring at her as she shifted the black dress further up her body.

"What's going on?" she managed to ask him

"You tell me Hannah" he said "or are you too drunk to know?"

"Could you not talk so loud" Hannah snapped and Mark walked over to her and sat on the side of the bed as he handed her a glass of water and aspirin he had prepared for her.

"Thanks" Hannah said when she managed to take it and then she looked back at Mark who was looking at the bed sheet cover with intent.

"Do you really not know what happened last night?" he asked her and she shook her head

"I remember Daniel...he took me upstairs and we took shots...but that's it...how did I end up here? Does my dad know?" she panicked but Mark nodded in assurance

"He knows. I called him last night and told him...well...what happened...he isn't best pleased" Mark warned her

"What happened?" she asked timidly, running a hand through her hair as she continued looking at Mark's face.

"Let's just say the boy you thought was nice is a bit of an arsehole...he got you drunk to...take advantage of you Hannah" Mark whispered and Hannah shook her head defiantly

"No" she said "Daniel can't have done that"

"Well he did. He had you passed out on the bed, taking your dress off and his hands running up and down you"

"And you just happened to mysteriously walk in?" Hannah asked him, folding her arms across her stomach as she glared at him.

"I had gone to your house to find you...I had to talk to you and then Jess tells me you've gone to some party...and if I didn't walk in then who knows what would have happened?" he asked her

"So what now Mark?" Hannah asked "You expect me to come running back to you with open arms because you stopped some guy from sleeping with me?"

"Thanks may be a satisfying word" he said snidely

"Well thank you then" Hannah said "I can see you're not lying about Daniel...I've known you long enough to know you wouldn't lie on a matter like that...but...it's been three weeks"

"And you don't want me?" Mark guessed and Hannah remained still. Her body went rigid as she thought about what he had just asked her and she shrugged;

"I don't know what I want" she whispered "You left me...you were so cold and distant...I felt like I was nothing to you"

"I get that what I did was wrong Hannah" he promised her "but...I'm sorry okay? I was only distant because I felt guilty about what you had been through"

"We went through it Mark" Hannah reminded him "and you think it didn't hurt me to know you had chosen me over your family? I felt so guilty...but I talked to you...I never left you out like you did me...you never spoke...you looked repulsed to touch me"

"No Hannah" Mark said with his hand grasping onto hers "I didn't...I know it may have seemed that way..."

"It was that way" Hannah cut him off

"I want this to work Hannah...I love you still" he said to her and Hannah took both of his hands into hers and rested her forehead against his as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"And I love you Mark...but...you took three weeks to find out you loved me like you did...and...I don't know if I want a guy who for one second goes through a stage where he ignores his girlfriend and treats her like crap" Hannah whispered quietly

"What are you saying Hannah?" Mark asked and he began to cry "don't do this" he begged

"I've put you through hell" she said "and...and you've hurt me too...I need more time"

"Just...please...don't break up with me" he begged and she began to stand up, pulling her shoes onto her feet as Mark stood on the other side of the bed, crying as he looked at her.

"I don't know what I am going to do Mark" Hannah admitted to him and she began to leave his bedroom as he chased after her, grabbing onto her elbow and stopping her from leaving the apartment.

"You can't walk home like that" he told her and she shrugged

"It's still early" she said "I need air"

"I'll walk with you" he said and began to go for his jacket.

"Don't bother" Hannah pleaded with him "I need time on my own...to think about us"

"At least take my jacket" he said and handed her it. He could see from her face that she wasn't in the mood to talk with him and he was scared that if he pushed her too far she would call it off.

"Okay" she agreed and Mark draped it over her shoulders, his grey jacket smelt like him and Hannah suddenly became intoxicated as she moved down the stairs and Mark reached for his phone;

"Mr Flack" he said, hearing Don on the other end "can you pick Hannah up?"

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"Hannah Flack" Don said quietly as he pulled up alongside her and lowered the window. She had only walked a block from Mark's apartment and now she was about to be berated by her father "get in this car right now!"

"Okay, okay" Hannah said, opening up the door, hearing men whistle at her as she climbed into her father's car and he began to drive.

"What were you thinking? Doing the walk of shame..." he shook his head "and Mark told me what happened last night...that Daniel...I am in a good mind to go and shoot him"

"Don't bother" Hannah said, tears running down her cheek as Don turned to look at her and he pulled onto the sidewalk with his car in the six a.m. morning light.

"Did he hurt you Hannah?" Don asked in fear as Hannah shrugged and continued looking out the window.

"I don't know...Mark said he didn't...just that he could have..." Hannah said "But it's not him"

"What is it baby?" he asked and she looked at her father;

"Mark wants me back" she sobbed and Don looked confused;

"I thought that was what you wanted?" he asked and she began to take deep breaths;

"I don't know" Hannah sighed "I love him...but...I don't want to be treated like I'm not here...for three weeks...longer if you count the time he lived with us...it hurt...and I don't want the pain..."

"Sh, sh, sh" Don whispered to his daughter as he took both of her hands into his own and she leaned across from her seat and rested her head onto his shoulder;

"What do I do daddy?" she cried

"Oh baby" Don murmured "I don't know"

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