Ripped Away

Chapter Four

Hannah had dressed herself in clean clothes after showering for the second time that day. There was a knock at the door. Hannah hurried down and answered the door and smiled to see it was her sister.
"Hannah, I tried calling but their was no answer?" She walked inside.
"My phone is busted, I dropped it on my way to my car." She frowned to see her nieces weren't with Ella.
"I wanted to talk. Can we?"
"Sure, I have nothing else planned today, I'll make us some coffee." She sighed when thinking of missing out on a job thanks to insane circumstances.
Hannah put on a pot of coffee as Ella took a seat on the black, leather sofa. When the coffee was done, she poured to mugs full and walked into the living room and took a seat beside her sister, handing her a mug. Ella took the coffee with both hands, taking a long sip.
"So what's on your mind?"
"What's with the strain between you and mom?"
Hannah went quiet. She hated talking or even thinking about her mother due to strong resentful feelings.
"Hannah, she's our mother. She worked her butt off raising us when dad walked out. She's stuck by your side even when you went loco and were committed. Most parents walk away from that, she didn't. Give her some credit." Ella put down her mug and looked her sister in the eyes.
"Yes but most mother's would stand by their child, even if what they say is crazy. She didn't. She took the easy way out..." Hannah said with pure anger.
"Hannah, what will it take to let your son rest in peace? Apparently his body wasn't proof enough."
"He's not dead. That wasn't my baby." She gently put the mug down not wanting to splash hot coffee on herself as her hands shook from anger. She was losing patience.
"Hannah, I was there. I saw them cut you open and pull that lifeless body from your womb. That was your son."
"I don't care what you saw! I saw that creature rip my son from me! I saw my son yesterday and today! He's alive!" She stood up not wanting to hear anymore of the nonsense.
"Hannah! I didn't come here to argue. I wanted to convince you to celebrate your son, my nephew's, our mother's grandson's birthday. He deserves it." Ella said calmly.
"No! Not until he's back home."
"Hannah! He's dead! Knock it off and stop being so freakin crazy!"
"He was my son. He was my baby! My first born! How would you feel if that were your daughter's that were taken from you? Would you just let them go?"
"I would let them rest in peace if they died, I wouldn't so insane and stuck on the idea that their alive if I saw their still bodies! I would be upset and probably depressed but not crazy!"
"So I'm crazy...nice to see the only person who I still thought was on my side now thinks I'm crazy... Your such an awesome aunt to give up on your nephew..." Hannah walked toward the front door.
"Hannah..."
"While you live your life with both your girls, watching them grow up and celebrating another year that their still alive, I sit here wondering where my child is and when I can finally hold him and celebrate another year he's still alive. You and mom are so set on the idea he's dead! Get out!" She opened the door and ushered her out.
Sighing, Ella walked toward the door with a grim look on her face.
"Don't count on seeing me on before you head back home."
"Hannah...what about the girls? They love you."
"Tell them to blame you." With that she slammed the door in her face. She screamed before picking up a framed picture of her and her sister. She threw it at the wall and watched as it shattered. She slid down the door and started to cry feeling she had no one at all on her side.
"Mom...she's completely lost it...I think she needs help..." Ella would say into her iPhone as she walked toward her car. Sniffling, Hannah just sat there she stares at the broken picture. She felt so betrayed by the only person she could trust. Picking herself up after a few minutes, she headed toward the kitchen. Opening the fridge she pulled out a container of paste and say it on the counter. She got a fork from the dish drainer and opened the paste. She took a few bites before feeling sick to her stomach. Pushing the paste aside she got herself a soda and started to drink when she heard a knock on her door. She would be very angry if it were her sister again, having no desire to her or her mother anytime soon. Opening the front door it was her mother and sister, along with some men in white.
"What is this? What do you guys want?" She asked confused.
"Hannah...you need help...your so obsessed with your son being alive its driving you mad..." Her mother would say sadly not making eye contact.
"We think it's best you go back to the institution. It's for the best." Her sister would say with a grim face.
"You really don't wanna know what I have to say to the both of you. Wanting me committed because me, the mother, refuses to throw a stupid birthday party! You have twins, you can throw two birthday parties and yet it's not enough."
"No. I wanted to create happy memories."
"What happened can't be erased or replaced by a stupid birthday party! If he's so dead, than why even throw one?"
"Hannah...please.."
"Shut up, mom! You are a sorry excuse for a mother period! You have room to even talk! Ella? Go to hell!" Hannah was seething with anger as she slammed the door shut before the men in white could grab her. Locking the door, she ran toward the back door. She quickly opened the sliding glass door and made a run through the backyard than quickly ducked into her neighbors bushes when seeing sight of her sister and mother.
"Shoot! She got away!" Her sister stomped her foot.
"She couldn't have gotta far?" Her mother assured her.
She quickly started to sneak through the bushes and rounded the corner. Heading toward the road at the front, she stopped when seeing the men looking around the area. When their backs were turned, she made a run for it. Dashing across the street she would hear some shouts.
"She making a run for it!" She than heard steps moving in on her. She started to run into a quick pace trying to stay ahead of them.
"Hannah! We want to help!" She head both her mother and sister shout.
Ignoring it, she kept running as fast as her legs could go. She felt her cheeks and her body burn from the icy wind from only wearing a shirt and thin pajama pants. They were now in the city area. She kept running, ignoring the burn in her lungs until she saw an alley hidden by a parked car. She made a run for it and ducked behind a car. Hearing people run past, she took a breather knowing she lost them. Moving a bit farther into the alley she hid behind two trash cans. It was damp and it soaked her pants but anything was better than going to the asylum and be doped up until agreeing to their terms. But a growling caught her by surprise. A hungry and vicious dog started coming toward her. She hopped to her and ran out of the alley, the dog hot on her trail. But she ran right into the sight of the men in white and her family. She started running back toward her neighborhood. Her legs, lungs, and face burned. She suddenly tripped going down hill, rolling. Other than scrapping her knees and hands, she wasn't hurt. But they were coming and coming after her fast. She thought she was a goner as she closed her eyes wishing it all away, the men, the dog, and her family. She felt something grab her around the waist as the ground disappeared beneath her. She opened her eyes to see she was on the roof of a building and a boy wearing a hoodie had her around the waist.
"Wish granted." He smirked through visible lips.
She was too stunned to say anything as she watched as the mess of a crowd ran past her.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Thank you..." She was catching her breath after realizing she caught her breath and didn't let it out. She was extremely thirsty from all that running.
"Anytime, my dear, I felt bad for you as I watched from a distance."
"Why are you helping me? I thought you were on the other team?"
"Yes and no. Yes I'm on the "other team" as you put it but I play by my own rules half the time. I'm a free spirit I guess you could say." He let her go since she was steady enough.
"I just wish my "family" would just leave me alone..." She sighed sadly.
"They are quite annoying aren't they?"
"Very!"
He stood up and stretched as if crouching caused his joints to ache.
"What are you? Are you even human?"
"No I'm not but I'm not yet ready to reveal what I am just yet. I like to keep the game interesting, but I know quite a bit about you." He smirked down at her. Even with him standing above her, she still make out any features through the shadow the hood casted.
"How?"
"For me to know and for you to maybe find out?"
"So I have no privacy from you and your team?" She was appalled by this.
"Well......yes."
"This is great! I'm just going to go." She stood up even though her legs felt like jello and she dying for some water.
He grabbed her by the wrist harshly and jerked her back down.
"Let me go!" She struggled.
"Your going to get caught. That's what the boss wants. He wants you committed and unless you want to play right into his hand, I suggest you settle down." He would say into her ear.
"I thought you said he wouldn't bother me if I stopped looking and believing."
"Did you?"
She sighed and shook her head.
"You have no idea what your messing with and now he's trying to get you out of the picture."
"By having me put in an asylum? Why not kill me?"
"For the second time, yes, and killing you would be very messy."
"He's the reason for the first time?"
"Yup."
"Why are you telling me?" She was a bit surprised by his openness.
"Can't leave the victim completely in the dark now can I?"
She felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Her life was a nightmare, an absolute nightmare that she couldn't even wake up from. Knowing he had let go of her wrist she looked at him than at the edge. Knowing no matter what she did, she had no privacy and her life was taken from her. She had no control. So she did the one thing she herself could control. She took off in a dash before he could catch her and flung herself off the building.