Of Course, It's You

Chapter 18

HANNAH

Jason had picked Lyvie up from daycare and had been shocked when Hannah stormed through the front door of her house. He and Lyvie had been in the middle of a drawing contest to see who could draw the better kitten. It was a toss-up as to which looked better.

"Everything alright? I thought you were going straight to the social thing. I didn't think you were going to be home until later."

She hummed as she kissed Lyvie on the head.

"You...okay?" he asked again.

She looked down at Lyvie and shook her head at him. "I just needed to freshen up and maybe eat something first. Are you staying here tonight or are you going to come back in the morning?"

Jason promised he would cut up the tree in the back yard that had fallen during the last winter. He didn't trust her to do it, and she agreed.

"Still up in the air. Depends on how late you are going to party tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. She rolled her eyes. "Is Carmen going to be there?"

She groaned. "Don't even get me started on that headache of a woman."

He laughed, "Oh come on. You seemed to get along with her well the other night."

She blushed and threw a crayon at him. She missed. "Yeah, well that was the other night. Since then she accused me of," she covered Lyvie's ears, "sleeping my way around to get my job."

"What the fu-- udge cookies?"

"Nice save. Yeah. That's what she said. And practically threatened me, saying I would get fired if she found solid proof... or something." Hannah reached for an apple and bit into it with a loud crunch. She hummed loudly, "oh! And did you know she's the multi-million-dollar record label owner's daughter? Huh, that was a mouthful."

"Wait a minute-"

She cut him off, "yep. Daddy Mills owns the company that bought us out."

"Holy shi... shipwreck" Hannah raised a brow at him. He shrugged. "You've always had an expensive taste though."

"C'mon... not the point."

"So now what?"

Hannah sighed and took another bite of her apple. She had absolutely no clue what to do. Especially now after she helped her with one of the worst anxiety attacks she ever had. No one had ever helped her calm down during one of them. They were so hard to explain to people if they hadn't had one themselves, or ever witnessed her have one.

"I don't know. But..." She trailed off.

"But what? Is she going to fire you?"

"I... ran into her in the bathroom before I left this afternoon."

Jason tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "You ran into her in the bathroom?"

Hannah sagged her shoulders, "not like that, you perv. She, I... I had an attack and thought I could cool off in the bathroom. But she saw me go in and, I don't know." She opened the fridge to find something better to eat, and to not look Jason in the eyes while telling him that her anxiety came back full swing. "She... didn't make it worse."

Jason was the best person to stay silent when she talked to him. He knew that whenever she voiced anything, it was also her way of digesting it for herself.

And, to his credit, he didn't bombard her with questions about her panic attack. She was sure he was saving that for another day.

So, she ate the leftover macaroni and cheese that she and Lyvie had made yesterday and then showered. She felt gross after the anxiety attack. She always felt drained, but this time she had gotten so worked up there was a sheen of sweat over her body as she sat on the floor of the bathroom.