The perfect storm in a quiet room

Chapter 62

CASY

This is exactly why I didn't want to be with Hannah. This was the reason I dearly wanted her to stay away from me. I even told the whole fucking school she liked me just to keep her the fuck away from me! And look at the way it turned out...

I was weak. I shouldn't have kissed her outside that restaurant, but my lips wanted to feel hers so badly that I could barely resist. I was... desperate— desperate to feel her again.

I regret my actions. I shouldn't have come this far. I shouldn't have had sex with her!

Oh God! What did I do?

"Casy," she knocks gently at the door. "Are you alright? You've been in there for a while..." her voice trails off as I cry and sit cross-legged on the bathroom floor.

"Em... Yeah yeah, everything alright," I try to say as calmly as possible. I don't want to talk nor to see her. I just need a moment to think about everything that happened the past hour.

He pushed her... and she fell.

Thank God it wasn't anything serious and that she's fine, but what if she wasn't? What if she was hurt or injured? What if he had done to her the same he...? I don't even want to think about that because if that had happened I couldn't have lived with myself... God I'm so scared. And the worst part is that I know exactly what he wants to do to her. I know how he feels about her. I know he wants her... Gosh, the thought alone sends shudders through my body.

I feel so... so... helpless when he's around... so powerless. And that depresses me and frightens me too because I don't want him to hurt Hannah. I can't allow it under any circumstances. I need to stop this right now, otherwise she would be in danger.

I put my hand on the doorknob and just when I'm about to open the door completely, something stops me, and that is Hannah's nosiness. I'm sure she would want me to tell her everything about what happened with Leo and what he was doing here and why I let him do this to me... like she always does. She always wants answers and that's the most fucking annoying trait of her. I can't blame her, though, because I do keep a lot of things from her and I do act suspiciously sometimes, but she has to learn to mind her own damn business.

I shake my head to kick off those thoughts and open the door. Eventually, I'll have to get out of here.

My eyes meet Hannah's, who is standing a few feet away from the door, waiting for me to approach her.

"How are... you?" She carefully asks and I can sense she's not quite sure what to say to me right now, but that's the first thing that comes to her mind.

"I'm fine, thanks," I smile faintly while fidgeting with my fingers.

She nods and looks down, tugging at the hem of her shirt. Somehow, she seems to be disappointed with my answer but I can't really tell why.

She looks up and opens her mouth, "you know I'm here for you, right? You can count on me for anything," She smiles with her mouth, but her eyes tell a whole different story.

I smile. "Of course I know that,"

She nods once again and then remains silent for a moment, looking everywhere but me. However, I know her well enough to know that she's about to speak again.

"Would you like to tell me what happened?" There it is.

I wouldn't like that, actually. But I can't tell her that, can I?

I press my lips together and let out a weary sigh. I look at her and wonder how weird this is. Minutes ago we were licking each other's bodies, kissing, touching, laughing... and now we act as if we were... total strangers. She seems to be afraid of getting closer to me and even uncomfortable with being in the same room as me... though before she let me see her naked. But this is exactly what sums up my relationship with Hannah—we can go from lovers to total strangers in two seconds.