Who's the real you?

Chapter Seventy- Eight

September 2010

As Hannah stepped off Alytain's private plane, as she stepped back onto Australian soil, as she stepped back onto the Gold Coast airport she could feel her nerves run through her body, she could feel herself panic with emotions.

She tried to force a smile as she looked at the driver who was picking her up, she couldn't find her words not even the word to say Hello to the person who was going to drive her to the house she had spent time lying in.

Hannah sat down in the back of the rolls royce; she didn't ask for Alytain to give her anything. From the bottom of his heart, he wanted her to get home safely, not that she knew where her home was anymore. She wasn't even sure if Channing would accept her back into his or if she would go to Alytain's Australian home or even if she was just escape from everything for as long as she possibly lived.

Hannah leaned her head back on the head rest of the seat as she closed her eyes, she could hear her heart thumping in her chest as the car drove along.

She could feel her emotions stir themselves around her body, they wouldn't even let her find the words that she needed to say. She couldn't even find a way to apologise to the very man she had hurt with her lies.

"Ma'am." She heard the driver speak "We're here."

Hannah slowly opened her eyes; she turned her head slightly out the back car window. She stared at the house.

The house she had shortly shared with Channing, the house that still had her Dad and her children inside. The house that she had given truths and lies inside of.

"Would you like me to open your door for you?" The driver asked as they waited patiently for their instructions.

Hannah shook her head "But please wait here until I tell you to leave."

"Yes, Ma'am." The driver watched as Hannah opened the car door, watched as Hannah nervously stepped out of the rolls royce.

Hannah stopped for a moment, she listened to the sound of the street around her. Hannah stopped for a moment, she let the cool winter's breeze move around her.

Hannah swallowed her emotions as she managed to find out a way to get her body moving, she could feel her the soles of her boots hit the ground with each step.

Each step felt like it was shattering through her body, each step felt like it was the heaviest and longest walk to the front door she had ever taken.

Hannah stopped in front of the closed front door, she wasn't sure if she should let herself in or if she should knock. Should she wait for someone to open the door? Should she wait to get told to leave their lives? Should she go? Should she go and just send them a letter in the mail?

Hannah could feel her hand rise, she watched as her hand curled itself into a ball before knocking on the wooden door.

Hannah quickly dropped her hand.

Her heart stumbled with each beat as it tried to figure out what the brain was thinking.

It felt like an eternity before someone finally opened the door.

Hannah looked up at the man she had hurt, he didn't look no different to when she had last seen him in January 2010, the only difference being he looked like he had time to understand what Hannah had done to him.

Channing looked at the woman who he had genuinely loved for almost three years, he had spent time thinking about all the words he wanted to say to her, he had spent time thinking of all the things he needed to get across to her. In this very moment everything he had thought, wanted to say or even wanted to do to Hannah had disappeared as if he had never thought about those at all in the past seven and half months.

Channing wrapped his arms around Hannah.

Hannah slowly wrapped her arms around him.

Channing lowered his head closer to her face, he closed his eyes as he held the woman he loved.

Hannah slowly let a small smile slip across her lips as she let Channing hold her, she closed her eyes as she let the moment sink in.