Cuts, bruises, and broken hearts

chapter five

"Watch where youre-" Jonah began ad he looked down at me.

I was 5'4 and he was 6'1 so he had to literally look down at me.

"Hannah.. what happened?" He asked, a look of concern covering his face.

At this point, I didn't know if he was talking about the bruise or the crying.

"Nothing Jonah. I'm fine. Can you please get out of my way?" I sort of snapped.

To my surprise, he moved over as I asked him to. It must have been obvious that I didn't want to deal with him.

I rushed to the bathroom and quickly reapplied my makeup. The last thing I needed was questions about this bruise.

When I was content with my appearance I ran back to Mrs. Henson.

I stopped as I reached the door way. Jonah was speaking with her and the class was still empty.

"There was a bruise covering her face Mrs. Henson. I'm worried about her. Things like that don't just happen. She's hiding something from me. Well, from everyone." Jonah said.

"I know, Jonah. I'm concerned as well. She sleeps in my class and her stomach growls so loud in class. She's a woman of secrets. She'll open up when the time is right. She just needs someone she can trust." Mrs. Henson replied.

Well, someone I could trust would be nice. But why are they so concerned with me? No one notices me enough to worry about me.

"She can trust me." Jonah told her.

What the fuck?

I chose to stop them by walking in.

"Good morning Jonah!" I said, sounding a bit too cheerful.

Jonah and Mrs. Henson exchanged confused glances as I took my seat.

"Good morning?" Jonah questioned as he walked out.

Maybe they hadn't been talking about me. He would've been more happy if they were talking about me.

But of course they weren't. Jonah hated me