Finding my angel, facing my demon

Drunk fight

The bar was brightly light and it felt oddly depressing. Bars are a lot less fun during the day. I walked up to the bar and I saw Hanna sitting on the ground behind it. She had an empty bottle of tequila next to her with another half empty one next to it. I sighed and leaned over to pick up the bottles before helping Hanna up to her feet. She was half conscious. But she was conscious enough to laugh at me.

"I can't believe YOU... are here... and to the... helping me." she said, barely making sense in her drunken state. I find talking to drunk people highly annoying but factoring in that it was Hanna made it 100 times worse. I could barely carry her due to the fact that I probably had a cracked rib or two, FROM HER. But I managed to throw her ass into one of the booths. I was disgusted by her lack of self control. Sure, Alison was mad at her but we all knew that they would get over it. They had been best friends for almost 11 years. I stood back and looked at Hanna who was hunched over in the booth. For a moment I felt bad for her. Ali wouldn't talk to her and I knew that couldn't be easy for her to handle. I groaned when I realized that I would have to be the bigger person in the situation.

"Come on. I am taking you home." I picked her up from the booth and carried her to my car. "If you puke in my car I swear to god I will throw you off the nearest exit." I warned as placed her drunk ass in the passenger's seat. I liked my car a lot more than I liked her and I wasn't going to pretend otherwise.

"I'm not... puke." she said, in a slightly firmer voice than she had inside the bar. "I am not that... wasted. Trust me, I've... been worse."

"Whatever. I just need to get you home." I drove, at a normal speed, towards Hanna's house.

"How do you know... where I live?" She asked as she closed her eyes and rested back against the seat.

"Don't forget who I am, Hanna Martin daughter of Ashley Martin." That caused her to sit right up in the seat and look at me, with a stupid drunken face. "When Ali and I were together she spent a lot of time with you. Don't you think I would know who you were since you spent so much time with my girlfriend?"

She nodded but kept looking at me.

"Is she very mad at me?" She asked. She looked like she was going to cry. Oh god, I thought to myself. Drunk and crying. Perfect!

"I don't think she is too mad. She is mostly hurt but it's going to be okay." I pulled into her driveway and we both got out. I was shocked when she was able to stumble towards the door on her own. I kept talking behind her.

"I was actually sent here to tell you that she and I are going to try to work everything out..." out of nowhere Hanna threw a half-assed punch my direction. I easily dodged it.

"What the fuck?" I barked at her.

She just tried to punch me again. That time it got damn close. Then that cunt tackled me onto the ground. I grabbed her and tossed her back.

This is an Armani jacket you fucking bitch. It cost 5 hundred fucking dollars." I pulled off my black leather jacket and tossed it on the ground near my car. Hanna ignored her inebriated status and she ran towards me again. We both crashed back into the wet grass and a brawl ensued. At first I tried not to hurt her, because she was drunk out of her fucking mind, but then I matched her blow for blow. When she finally passed out, from her blood alcohol level not because of me, I carried her into her house. The door was open. I carried her up to her room and plopped her ass into her bed. I had a brief though about dropping her into a tub full of water and letting her drown but I ignored them. Instead I took her heels, jeans and shirt off.

"This is what Alison would want." I kept mumbling to myself, ignoring the blood that pouring into my mouth from the busted lip that Hanna had given me. Even drunk off her ass she was still a half decent fighter. I wrote Hanna a note and left it by her bed. It read:

I should've left your ass on the front yard. 12 hours of sun would've done you some good. I am getting back together with Alison and you won't stop me, EVEN IF YOU TRY. I love her and she loves me too. I know why you're angry with me but trust me; I won't ever hurt her again. I know this all must be difficult for you; it's hard for us all. I will try to get Alison to talk to you. I know she loves you and I'm sure she will forgive you. I'm sorry you are hurting so much. I really am. But everything will be alright. It's all going to work out. I promise. --Emily

That's more than she deserved. Now I was almost positive that one of my ribs was broken. My jacket was all scratched up. I had a busted lip and I had chipped a nail. I did a lot more than she deserved. A hell of a lot more. But I did it and then I left, making sure to lock the door behind me. I grabbed my jacket and drove back to Alison's house. How was I going to explain this to Ali? 'Oh, hey Cara, I went to see hanna and everything went great... right after we got into a fist fight in her front yard.' I doubted she would understand. I prayed she wouldn't be angry at me. My mind raced as I drove back. I stood at the door for a few minutes longer than necessary before I walked in. Ali came running towards me and she jumped into my arms.

"What took you so long? I have been..." She stopped talking when I winced the she slid out of my arms. "Oh god, baby, what happened?"

"Relax, cara. Hanna had a lot to drink and she took the news a little rough. I took her home and then we got into a bit of a tiff but she passed out and I left her in her bed. She'll be okay. She just misses you." I kissed Ali on the cheek and I fell into the couch. She ran into the kitchen and returned with a few ice cubes in a cup and a warm wet rag. She handed me an ice cube and waited for me to put it to my lip. I refused, it hurt like hell.

"Do it, it will make you feel better. Now where else did she hurt you?" she asked with a firm but loving look. I was going to tell her but I had the ice on my mouth. So I lifted my shirt and pointed to the new bruises on my darkly tanned skin. Ali used the warm rag and wiped at the scratches that were surrounded by the bruises but then she rubbed another ice cube along my bluish purple marks.

"So did your meeting go better than mine?" I mumbled with the ice still in my mouth.

"It went fine. Aria is... She deserves better, a lot better, but I think we both knew what was going to happen." Alison shook her head slightly in a way that told me that her talk hadn't been much easier than mine, although in a totally different way. It killed me to see her hurting so much.

"Forget about all this." I tossed my ice cube across the room and I pulled Ali into my arms. "Let's talk about other things. Maybe like your dad." She had avoided telling me that her father was dying of lung cancer. "My dad and your dad are still friends. When your dad got sick Daddy called me. I flew in and talked to him. I made him promise to keep it a secret. Not even my dad knew I was in town."

"Why am I not surprised? He always had a soft spot for you. I guess that's why he suddenly brought you up in a conversation a few months ago. He said you were going to come back for his funeral no matter what I or Hanna had to say about it." She had made it out to be a joke but neither of us wanted to laugh at the thought of her father's funeral. He was like my second dad.

"He said Hanna would have to learn to deal with me one way or another. I guess he knew I would come back for you." This at least got a smile so I was pleased.

"How about we talk about what happens next? What are we going to do, Emily? What happens to us?" She asked as tears formed in her eyes. I hugged her tighter to me and her chest squished against mine.