Escape {COMPLETE}

~Chapter Fifteen~

Hannah's P.O.V.

My eyes shot wide open as his lips touched mine, and I inwardly screeched in disgust. How could he?! How DARE he?!?!? Was the only thing running through my mind. I was frozen stiff, and I couldn't move, no matter how much I wanted to. And believe me, I wanted to. I inwardly begged him to get off me, and go far away, but I felt something stirring inside me. I immediately shoved it out. I felt sick to my stomach. Finally, I regained the use of my limbs and lifted my arm to punch him.

I was building up my strength; I felt the muscles bunching together in my arm, coiling like a viper to strike its prey, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I slowly lowered it, relaxing the muscles, and found myself holding perfectly still. Almost unwillingly, I gently laid a hand on his chest. I gently started to push him away, but he didn't budge. So, I brought my hand back and shoved him away. He stumbled backwards, somewhat startled by what he'd just done. He looked at me, scared about what I would do in retaliation. He took a few steps back and blinked expectantly. "Hannah?" He hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?"

I frowned. Grabbing him by the wrist, I pulled him back over to me. "Never. Again." I muttered darkly. He was slightly trembling, just waiting for me to stab him or slap him or punch him or set him on fire or something. But I didn't. And when I didn't, he got even more scared. "Just go ahead and kick me! Or punch me! Or something! Hannah, I just kissed you! You're gonna let me get away with it?!" He ranted. I remained silent.

"I'm sorry, Hannah, I'm sorry! Please do something!" He cried. He's so stupid..... "Go." I murmured. He slowly nodded. "Ok, Hannah, I'll go. I'm sorry." He repeated. "Are you sure you don't want to hurt me? We're all alone, you won't get in trouble and go to prison!" He taunted. As great as that prospect was, I couldn't move. So, I sat there, waiting for him to shut up and leave. I think my silence scared him more than my anger.

"Hannah, please forgive me!" He reached out to touch my hand and I simply stepped back, staring at the ground. He started to walk away. "Fine." He mumbled simply. "Fine." He stomped away from me; as if I'D done something wrong! That stupid little.....UGH!

I didn't dare move until he was near the end of the tunnel. I was sure he was still within earshot, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. I felt the tears well up in my eyes and a soft sob escaped my lips. I fell to the ground, leaning against the windows for support, and bent my knees in front of me. I wrapped my arms around my legs and that one tear slid down my cheek. What have I done? I thought. Patrick will never forgive me!!!! I slightly gasped as I remembered Patrick, and another tear fell.

I couldn't help but wonder....did I like Sean?

I gagged inwardly at the thought. Of course I don't like him! I screamed in my mind. I HATE him! It's ALL his fault!!!! I cried in my thoughts. I sobbed once, my body shaking, so weak and feeble. I dreaded the fact that I had to let Patrick know somehow, and soon. If I didn't, the guilt would eat me alive. But what will Patrick say?? What will he do??? The thoughts only made me feel worse, and I clamped my fists tightly on my jeans. I clenched my teeth shut, trying to shut up, but it didn't work.

I heard his footsteps returning.

"Oh my god, Hannah!" He yelled as he saw me shivering on the ground like a child. "GO AWAY, SEAN!" I screeched at him, sobbing again at the fact that he was back. He kneeled down in front of me and tried to hug me, but I kicked his arm away and growled, "ARE YOU DEAF?! GO! AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He grabbed his arm where I kicked it and yelled, "OW!" A sudden anger filled my heart, and burned painfully in my mind. HIS fault....

He took one look at my now-revealed face and froze, scooting back. "I said I was sorry..." He weakly murmured. "SORRY ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH!" I barked. "IT NEVER WAS GOOD ENOUGH! AND IT NEVER WILL BE!" I continued. "Now, get the hell out of my sight right this instant before I literally choke you to death!" I threatened. He stood up, frightened, and ran for the entrance, slamming the door behind him. Good, I thought, because I really WOULD have hurt him!