Fallen

Chapter 19

I woke up to a soft snore sounding in my ear. I looked up toward my clock and saw that it was now 10pm. I had slept my day away, yet again. The arm around my waist gripped me tighter. It appeared that Martin had fallen asleep next to me after I drifted off. His legs were intertwined with mine under my comforter, and his arm possessively claimed me around my waist. There was no space between us. Martin's face was nuzzled into my neck. Soft snores fell from his slightly parted lips.

I slipped from his grip and headed to the bathroom. I used the toilet and brushed my teeth to rid the taste of bile in my mouth. I sighed, leaning forward and resting my hands on the sink. This day had been a whirl wind. Things were supposed to be getting better, but instead I was surprised by someone I was sure would never show up. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm myself.

"Hannah." I opened my eyes to see Martin standing behind me in the mirror.

"Hey," I breathed.

"How did you sleep?"

"Good. You?" I smirked at him in the mirror.

"Good. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"It's cool." The awkward in the air was overwhelming. I didn't know where to go from here, but I also wanted to talk about what happened.

"Why did u come back?" I turned around so I was facing him.

"I came back to apologize. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

"Okay," I sighed.

"I just can't stand the idea of him touching you."

"Why?"

"Because I lo-," he stopped his words abruptly. "I just don't think he is good for you."

I scowled and pushed past him, walking into the hallway. All the lights were off in the house. I assumed my parents had already made their way to bed without waking me.

"Hannah!" Martin spoke behind me.

"Shh, you'll wake my parents." I gripped Martin's wrist and pulled him into my bedroom.

"You should probably go now. I need to go to bed." I closed the door quietly.

"You were just in bed."

"I sleep more than the average person."

"You threw up the only thing you ate today, love. Let me make you something to eat." He stepped forward and cupped my cheek. I instinctively leaned into his touch and closed my eyes.

"Fine," I pulled away and moved to open the door. "But you have to be quiet."

Martin chuckled and nodded. I opened the door and we snuck down the stairs without making a sound. I turned on the kitchen light and went to the fridge.

"If you hear anyone coming, hide in the bathroom." I stated as I searched through the cold drawers.

"Got it. Now move." He gently grabbed my hips and moved me aside, proceeding to pull out cheese, eggs, spinach, and mushrooms. "Omelette sound good?"

I smiled and gave him a small nod. He moved quickly, grabbing a frying pan and starting the stove.

"You seem to know your way around my kitchen," I commented. He stopped and turned to smile at me.

"In middle school, Jeremy and I got really hungry one night. We spend almost three hours in the kitchen that night. We made mile high sandwiches and a batch of cookies, all of which we ate within an hour. After that, we kinda made it a tradition. We wait until after midnight, and we go make a new dish. I've kinda learned my way around."