Beast to your Beauty

CHAPTER 22

 Hannah was on her side on the dirty ashy floor. Her eyes stared off into nothing, still, wet with tears. Her body ached, her pelvis felt sore, and dry blood covered her lip.

Images of a long time ago flashed before Hannah's eyes. Memories of her and Logan happily together, going on dates, watching movies at his place, hanging out at the bookshop ... all memories of a life that did not exist anymore.

Logan had raped Hannah. She knew it the very second she regained consciousness. A sharp pain shot through her pelvic area the moment she moved to her side. Hannah could feel several spots on her neck and chest where Logan had kissed and sucked on. Her bruised eye where Logan hit her throbbed with pain. The back of her head felt like it had been split open when he slammed her against the wall.

Yes, Hannah knew what he did. She could feel it in her body, her mind, her soul...

She was in excruciating pain.

She was in severe shock.

She felt nasty.

She felt body wasn't hers anymore. Logan took it away from her and she couldn't even protect herself from him.

That angered her so much.

If only she had grabbed something, anything and hit him across the face with it he would have never even had the chance to touch her. That scum ... first he murders her father and then he does this to her...

Hannah hated Logan; truly hated him. She wanted him to pay for all the pain he's caused her up until now. She moved her arms and started to push herself up into a sitting position. She winced and drew in her breath when the sharp pain shot through her pelvic area again. Hannah stopped and breathed in and out for a moment. She then continued to push herself up until she got up to her feet.

Her black dress hung openly, exposing her full front. Hannah spotted the long dark blue coat she had brought with her on the floor near where she had fallen. With a hand pressed firmly on her stomach she bends down and grabs her coat, ignoring the pain. She throws it over her in a lethargic dazed sort of way. She looked around the destroyed burnt apartment feeling weak. All she wanted to do was sleep and forget about everything that happened the last couple of days.

She had to get out of that apartment though. What once was a place full of happy memories and a cozy atmosphere had now been shadowed and overcome with the painful memory of her father's death and her assault. Hannah dragged her feet towards the front door and left the apartment.

Hannah walked down the halls of the building, a few people stopped to look at her, surprised at how disheveled and banged up she looked. Hannah kept walking though, just wanting to get away from there as fast as she could possibly make herself move. She walked down the stairs and finally exited the building. She stepped out into the cold wintery night.

Snowflakes were softly falling to the ground all around her. Hannah looked up and closed her eyes, letting the snowflakes fall all over her. She breathed in deeply and when she exhaled a sob escaped from her throat. And another. And another until she was sobbing into her hand. Hannah felt her legs start to go weak so she leaned against a cold light post and continued to cry until her throat ached.

"Why...?" she whispered into her hands as she pressed them against the light post and rested her head against them. "...Why?"

Motel

Logan sat in the corner of his motel room. He had his head back against the wall and his eyes closed. He thought about how he got to kiss Hannah again, taste her skin and make love to her.