Bad Boys Get Slapped

Chapter9: Is bringing a zombie to life possible?

Hanna's pov:-

With the last rain drop ,my eyelids gave up and closed. I ,actually, slept on the couch because of exhaustion. I was still wearing top and bottom with dust, blood, and rain drops, skin with cuts drawing a horrible Tableau painted with blood, and pitch black hair with knots preventing it to move.

The cold air came in ,shaking me awake. Goosebumps ran along my spine making me shiver. I opened my eyes to see that the sun was bright, but not enough to light up my heart . Flashback of what happened yesterday slapped me right in the face making me remember every detail. The sheen in my eyes came back , not the good one, no, the one that comes before tears. For the first time, I wasn't hungry, last time I ate was yesterday morning.

I am not in the mood to go to school today ,not even this week.

I adjusted my position in the coach after closing the window trying to fall back asleep which my brain gladly accepted. The doorbell, abruptly, rang causing me to groan like a baby dinosaur.

I , without thinking, opened the door harshly with dull eyes.

The black bags under my eyes were pulled down pushing the zombie like skin as my eyes widened in disbelief. His eyes too widened looking me up and down, not because I was hot, but because I was A HOT MESS. Bryan.

"Hanna, what happened to you, why didn't you come yesterday????", he said in the verge of tears. "I called like million times, I even came to your house, and I bet people in India heard the bangs on your door", I felt guilty, I really made him worried.

I didn't do or say a thing because I know if I say a word, my feelings will be translated into tears.

"Hanna please tell me what's wrong", he posed a little before his cheeks flashed with anger making his eyes turn a shade darker. "Is it him??, huh Hanna, IS IT FUCKING SIMON? ???", he yelled in fury. I still was in mute mode.

"HANNA, TALK !!!! SAY SOMETHING! !! IT IS EITHER YES OR NO"

I nodded not feeling a tear drawing its way in my cheeks. A tear followed a tear creating a tear stream down my face.

I felt two strong, yet protective hands pulling me into their chest. My face was buried in his chest making me hear his heart fighting against his rib cage. His chin found its way on the top of my head hugging me even tighter. My hands flew to touch his chest which was moving up and down rapidly due to the heavy ,angry breathes. His embrace was so comfortable and warm that I wanted it to last forever.

He pulled away from the hug , and looked me straight in the eye.

"Hanna, please tell the police ", he pleaded.

"Never"

"Why"

"I just don't want "

"But Hanna. .."

"Sorry, Bry, I can't tell the police and that's final"

"I am going to murder him ", he said in a monotone and scary voice. "Now Hanna, go get ready, school is about to start"

"I am not going "

"WHATTTT??? Hanna don't let a jerk like him destroy your life, he's not worth it... he is even not as handsome and charming as me "

I smiled a little.

"Okay, just for you I am going "

"Now go get ready", he chirped. "Oh, oh wait... have you seen it ? "

"What"

"Ohhh where is it ? Where did you put it?? ", he was looking at the surroundings trying to find something just like a 3 year boy looking for his stuffed animal.