For My Daughter, Hanna

For My Daughter, Hanna~Chapter Three

Poppy's POV



Hanna had been out of the hospital for about a week and a half and she had a little more strength and energy to do things. I cleaned up the remaining dishes from the sink, placing them in a large stack once they were sparkling. Little footsteps pounded on the floor and I looked over my shoulder to see Hanna standing in the door frame with her stuffed monkey. "Momma?" she asked, running over to me and hugging my leg.

"What is it sweetheart?" I bent down, brushing her hair out of her face. She looked somewhat shaken up, so I was concerned to know what was wrong.

"Knock at the door." she turned and faced the door, her eyes wide in both curiousity and nervousness. I nodded my head and told her to stay put in the kitchen. Another knock came from the door. It didn't sound ergent which might be good. At least no one is hurt. I pulled the door open and looked out to see a boy standing at the door.

"Hello?" I asked him, opening up the door a little more to get a better look at him. He looked about 17 and he looked really confused.

"Is this uh...Are you um..Poppy?" his voice sounded smaller than he actually was. I nodded my head to answer his question. "I uh..found this um..letter that uh, had your name on it." The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded enevelope, handing it to her. His whole body was shaking which tugged at my curiousity.

"Are you alright?" I asked him as I took the letter from his hand. He gave me a scared look before gazing down the road.

"I'm fine ma'am. Just got into a little trouble down the street." he managed to say. I looked at him, noticing a bruise starting to form on his face.

"You are hurt." I gently grabbed his hand and brought him inside, seating him on the couch.

"I'm okay ma'am. I promise." he hopped to his feet but I lightly pushed him back down onto the couch.

"What happened to you?" I cupped his face in my hands and looked straight into his eyes. He continued to look at me, honestly frightened.

"A-A man..B-beat me up. H-he told me t-to give you t-this..He said i-it was for H-Hanna..I don't k-k-know what he meant." I let my hands drop from his face and I opened the enevelope. I had never been good with opening enevelopes. There was no note inside. Just a bundle of money.

"Sick. Just sick.." I whispered, tucking the money away and looking at him. "Is he still outside?" The boy nodded and I told him to stay put and call the police if he heard any yells.

　

Daniel's POV



I knew it probably wasn't good for beating that kid up. But, what if he didn't give the letter to Poppy? Then she wouldn't be able to take care of Hanna. I knew I couldn't give it to her. She would tear me apart. I hate whenever I think of something and it happens. Like thinking of Poppy and then having her appear in front of me. She looked furious. Her face was red and her body was shaking with anger.

"David! You beat up that little boy?!" she pushed me, although I did not move far.

"I-I..I-I'm sorry." I stumbled over the right choice of words. But obviously they weren't the right words because her face seemed to stiffen.

"You're sorry? For what? You should be apologizing about a lot of things right now. But I don't even want you here.So leave." Poppy looked like she wanted to say something else, something that wasn't meant to be formed from anger but instead she stormed away, stalking back to her house. I stared at her. That was all I could do. Watch her leave like I had left her. I didn't blame her for being upset. She had the right to be more than upset.

"Poppy. I'm sorry." I whispered, knowing there was no way she could hear me.

Poppy's POV

I had the boy call his mother and she picked him up in the matter of fifteen minutes. She was panicked and practically falling over her feet. She hadn't said a word to me, only to her son. The boy told me he was thankful I had helped him. This kid has more manners than his mother.? They were both gone, leaving me and Hanna alone at the house. I had locked all the doors and I even brought my bible, praying that David would not harm anyone else and most importantly; Not harm Hanna. The look in his eyes when I went outside was a mixture of sympathy and pain. I knew what I was getting into when I went out there anyways. Inside I felt the same way as his pained eyes did. Lonely, hurt, and looking to be understood. I don't need understanding or sympathy. I need someone who will care about me. I know Carol loves me but why wouldn't she? We were so close for some many years.

"Hanna?" I heard a rustling in the kitchen and Hanna popped up beside me at the door. "Want a snack?" she shook her head, her hair whiping side to side. "Want to go meet up with Leroy?" Ever since the day we had met in the coffee shop we had been talking to each other for a while. I gave him my phone number in case he wanted to do something at some point in time. He called my phone almost every night and we talked for an hour or so. He had only met Hanna twice and he fell in love with her. She was shy around most people but she seemed to have taken an interest in Leroy as well. Hanna nodded this time and I felt myself smile. "I'll let him know we are coming soon, okay? First I want to make a sandwich."  

I'm sorry it's short and I'm sorry it's not my best work. It's 3:21 a.m. and I am on the verge of falling over.

Question for the readers: Will David come back to talk to Poppy? What will she do?

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