BACK OFF she's mine || Hannily

Chapter 14- Misunderstanding

Hanna's POV

It was 6:55 and I quickly got out of the house. I took the car heading to Emily's place. I over sped a little bit because I wanna spend as much time with her.

About 10 minutes that felt like an eternity,
I finally arrived at her neighbourhood. I was looking for her house until I found it from a distance.

When I got closer and closer, my eyes widened, my pulse started to speed up as my breathing started becoming heavy. "What the fuck..." I muttered.

I spy with my little eye someone is with her standing on the porch, they were too close for my liking. More like, making out?

I clenched my steering wheel, while getting closer and closer and closer. And then I was able to finally recognize the blondie.

Alison.

They were having a make out session and I can literally hear my heart shattering into tiny little pieces. My chest was hurting as fuck just watching them swallowing each other.

Tears started streaming down my face, blurring my view of the road. I stomped on the gas paddle, quickly driving away heading back home, I can't handle it.

Surprisingly, I got home safely instead of getting into an accident or getting stopped by a police for over speeding, since I couldn't see shit properly.
I parked in front of my house. Once I took my keys out of the ignition, I quickly got out of the car. I sprinted to my front door, having a hard time finding my house key because my hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Fuck fuck fuck" I mumbled to myself. 

"Where the fuck are my keys?!" I yelled at myself. I was getting frustrated, so I backed up, ran towards the door, and broke the door down. It hurt like shit, and I loved it. I laughed at myself as more tears started falling down my eyes which cause me to almost miss a stair.

I ran inside my room and started sobbing as my face landed on my big fluffy pillow.

I felt hopeless, despondent and desperate. I was hurting more than the last time I saw them kissing.
Because I had hope that Emily and I actually had a chance. That I had the chance to make her mine. Then I see her and Alison together, kissing?

I feel like a thousand daggers were being thrusted into my chest and twisted. My breath came in short, painful gasps that left me dizzy and nauseated.

While I was crying my phone wouldn't stop ringing, many calls and texts from Emily asking where I am and if I'm still coming over.

I put my phone on silent so it could shut up and continued crying my ass off.

My crying session got lower and lower. My eyes finally got tired of crying, but I'm still hurt as hell.

"FUCK!" I shouted. 

Why can I never have what I want?

Why does Alison always gets what she wants?

Glancing at the clock, 10:05pm. Wow, did I cry that long? My eyes were tired but I couldn't sleep. My chest was hurting so much.

An idea popped up in my head and I got out of my room, went down the stairs and ran to the kitchen. I looked and opened every cabinet they have in the kitchen until I found my mom's alcohol.