Chapter 13- Hannah’s POV
I tried screaming but a muffled sound came out. I flapped my arms about hoping to hit the person behind me. Where is he going to take me? Oh lord, am I going to die? I’m too young. There are so many things I have never done. I never got to go skydiving, skinny dipping and I have never been in a food fight. I’ve never been in love. Why me? Why is it always me?
My thoughts were cut short when I was pushed into a dark room and fell to the floor. I banged my head on the wall on the way down to the ground. I rubbed the sore bit on my hand and got back up on my feet. Where was I? I couldn’t see a single thing. I walked cautiously so I don’t trip over anything. A loud sound of a door opening astounded me. I turned around and banged into something. Next thing I saw was a massive stick coming towards me. I was too slow to stop it so it hit me right in the head and toppled me down. I groaned and rubbed my head again. I looked down and saw that the stick was a broom. A broom? Where the hell am I?
“Hello?” A male voice shouted. The sudden noise terrified me so I couldn’t help but let out a screech. I totally forgot about the door opening. I squinted my eyes trying to figure out who that person was. My eyes had still not adjusted to the dark.
“Hannah is that you?” Shit! The person coming towards me was Nate.
“Nope.” I replied changing me voice so it he wouldn’t realize it’s me.
“Hannah I can see you and that sounded like a chipmunk.” Damn it! Stupid Nate. Why the hell was he in here too? Why him? It could have been anyone in the world but nope it had to be him. What had I ever done to deserve this torture? I am a good person so why?
“HANNAH! Are you still there?” Nate asked waving his hands in front of me.
“Erm... yeh” I replied.
“Guys, you better be sorting your issues out in there!” A female voice shouted from out the room which I knew to be Cassie’s.
“Cassie, you idiot! Why would you put me and Nate in a room together?” I screamed back and tried finding the door by following her voice.
“We locked you in the janitors closet and we won’t let you out until you guys sort out your problems. “ This time Noah was the one talking. A janitors closet, really? How cliché of them.
“Noah you too? Just when I thought we were going to be good friends you do this to me!” I shouted finally finding the door. I banged on it loudly hoping someone else will hear and let us out.
“Stop being so overdramatic Hannah!” Noah called back.
“Now we’ll be back in an hour and you guys better be back to normal. Bye! Love you!” Noah cheered.
“Wait! Guys, don’t leave me here!” I screeched banging my fists on the door.
“They’re gone.” Nate said behind me, scaring me a little which caused me to jump.
I looked around trying to feel the switch for the lights. Once I finally found it and the lights came on I mentally congratulated myself.
“I know.” I glumly said. I crossed my arms and sat down leaning on a wall.
“You know that I really am sorry for what I did with your car.” Nate mumbled, fiddling with his own hands and looking at the ground. I didn’t reply to what he said I just got up and went to the door.
“HELP!” I shouted hoping someone nice enough would help us.
“Hannah! Listen to me for God’s sake.” Nate grunted and started coming closer to me. He came up to me and turned me around. He put each hand on my either side of my cheeks which instantly heated up with his touch. I tried pushing his hands away but he was too strong for me.
YOU ARE READING
Coming Home
Teen FictionHannah Clarke and Nate Daniels. Not lovers, nope; childhood best friends. They were inseparable, wherever there was Nate, there was Hannah. But what happens when Hannah moves away to LA? Will the best friends be able to handle it? 10 years later, Ha...