Too Late | m.c [completed]

Chapter 12-The Stay-In

After the school incident, (hanna calls it the 'Bust-In Incident'), I went to Hanna's house. She told me I could stay the night.

Once we got to her house, she ran ahead of me and inside all excited. When I stepped in the nice house, I was catching a blanket and pillow. "Come on" she waves me over to her couch. "I have an amazing plan" she says confidently. I follow her and sit down on the extremely comfy couch. I didn't know couches could be this comfortable. Huh.

She throws another blanket and pillow at me and without noticing it, the contents just hit my face and fall beside me on the very-soft-and-comfortable couch. After laughing like a maniac, Hanna skips into the kitchen and retrieves back to me holding some food and soda cans. "What are we doing exactly? What's all the stuff for?" I ask with confusion. She huffs out a sigh of annoyance and plops herself beside me, hugging a pillow to her chest. "We are going to watch a scary movie to get your mind off things. You are going to hold me because I will get scared. That's a definite. The snacks are for me and you. I know I'll get hungry. I dunno about you. And the pillows and blankets are just in case if we fall asleep" she says with a huge smile.

Hanna launches onto the couch beside me as I lay down. She places her head on my stomach and turns on the tv, getting a good scary movie called 'The Conjuring' and put it on loud.

Halfway into the movie, she tapped my chest. I looked down at her pleading eyes and furrowed my eyebrows. "Yeah?" I ask. "It's okay to let go sometimes" she says quietly. I sigh in annoyance, knowing what she means. It's because I cried in her arms earlier today. While I did so, she whispered into my ear saying that it was okay to let go.

"Michael, you know we have to talk about this at some point" she sat up and shook her head. "Why don't you want to just give up? Like, let go sometimes. You can cry, Mikey. It's fine"

"I want to stay strong for you, Hanna" I admit.

"Why" she says plainly. "Because. I want to be there for you. Not the other way around" I sit up straight now, facing the tv and not her. I turn to her as she's about to speak. "You can't control the uncontrollable. You're not my boyfriend. I'm all grown up. I don't need you to be there for me. You need me to be there for you"

"And you're not my girlfriend. You can't tell me what to do!" I stand up. She just stares up at me with an unamused face. "Michael-" I cut her off before she could say anything. "No. Don't 'Michael' me. I don't need to 'let go'. I need to be with you but whatever" I walk out of the house dumbfounded and walk back home.

Being as dumb as I am, I didn't even think about how my dad had beaten me up last night and today at school. I completely forgot about the black eye and bruises covering my body.

When I opened that door, all hell broke loose.

I was slammed against the door and I fell, my head hitting first. "Where were you, boy?!" he yells. "Hanna's" I try my best to choke out.

"Speak louder!" he kicks me in the chest. My heart feels as if it has stopped. I hold my chest and try to crawl away but my dad grabbed me by my feet dragged me towards him.

He got on top of me and started swinging punches. I was right about to be unconscience when the someone at the door started knocking.

My father got up and opened the door. I squirmed and tried to open my eyes. I regret looking who it was because it was my nightmare in front of me.

Hanna was at the door, staring up at my dad. She looked down and saw me, she was horrified. She was panicking, it was clear.

My dad grabbed her arm and yanked her in. He punched her. "Trying to save your boyfriend?!" he screams.

Before he can swing another punch at her I got up and punched him. "Never touch her again!" I scream and throw some more punches his way.

How could he do this? When did he get this way? The more important question is, why does he drink so much? While he was hittibg me, I did smell some booze from his mouth.

How dare he, though? He punched the girl I love. He's my father and he did that. He will never be forgiven. He should have known.

My own father betrayed me. My own father hurt me. Emotionally and physcially.

I grab Hanna's hand and help her off the ground. I run out with her and to her house. We don't stop running. We keep going until we reach her front steps.

I stay outside and so does she. So we sit on her front steps. "Are you okay?" I ask quitely as I scan her face. "I'm fine, Michael" she gives me a reassuring smile.

I drop my hands in my lap and sigh. I run a hand through my hair. "I am so scared, Hanna" I sniffle. "Michael" she puts a hand on my arm. I turn towards her. "Yeah?"

"Kiss me" and so I did.