Mrs. Parker

Chapter 4

A/N: So I know this chapter took me quite a while to write and publish but as promised, here is a fluffy, long, and kinda but not too sexy chapter. Hope it was worth the wait!(:

Hannah's POV

I sighed as I looked over at the clock on the bedside table. 6:15.  I was awake fifteen minutes before my alarm was due to go off.  I looked down and smiled at the sight that greeted me.  Irene was snuggled closely to my body with her head on my chest and was contently sleeping.  She needed her sleep after yesterday.  I slowly started to wiggle my way out of her grasp to get ready for school.  I was almost out of the bed when she grumbled and pulled me close to her again.  I figured I wasn't going to be able to get out of bed without waking her.  I brushed her blonde hair away from her face with my fingers and started to rub her arm.  She sighed and opened one of her eyes.  I smiled at her and gestured towards the clock that now read 6:20.  

"Can't we just act like we didn't see that and go back to bed?" Both her eyes were open now and the sun streaming through the blinds made them look even greener than usual.  

"I don't think that'd be very wise." I laughed.  She untangled her legs from mine and started to stretch, emitting a baby dinosaur noise as she extended her legs.  She rolled off me and pressed weight on her wrist which immediately caused her to wince.  

"Shit!" she hissed as she quickly pulled back her arm.  "I had almost forgotten…" She mumbled.  Tears brimmed in her eyes and she quickly looked away from me. 

"Why do you always do that? Turn away when you're about to cry? It's okay to cry, Irene. Frankly, I would find it kind of unnerving if you didn't." 

"God, I'm such a loser." She said as she tilted her head down and let tears stream down her face.  "I'm a fucking loser.  I should've left him a long time ago. We're not even together anymore! I shouldn't have to deal with this!"  

"Irene, you're not a loser! This isn't your fault, love.  In no way is this your fault. You can't blame yourself for his mistakes."  I tilted her chin up so she was looking at me.  "It's going to be okay, baby.  As soon as I get home today we're gonna figure this out together.  You don't have to do this by yourself, okay? We're in this together." 

"I'm sorry I'm so fucked up.  You shouldn't have to deal with this, it's not your problem." 

"Hey, I love you and if it's your problem it's my problem too."  I pulled her into a hug and kissed the top of her head.  "I have to go now but we'll work this out when I get home from school." Her head shot up at the word 'school.' 

"I don't have any clothes! How am I supposed to go to work?" 

"Just stay home today.  You need it." 

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Irene's POV

I let out a sigh as I flipped over onto my right side in an attempt to get comfortable.  After Hannah had left, I stayed in bed trying to go back to sleep but I failed miserably.  The bed felt too empty without her here.  I finally gave up and made my way downstairs to the kitchen.  The kitchen was huge.  Actually everything in the house was. My family has always been pretty well off and we lived in some large houses but nothing like Hannah's house.  Hannah's house was incredibly large and incredibly empty.  The walls were barren aside from some expensive paintings and the house's tables and bookshelves lacked family pictures.  There were two or three framed pictures of Hannah and her mother from when Hannah was much younger, but nothing from the more recent years.  I shoveled some coffee into the top of the coffeemaker and flipped the switch to 'On.'  I was walking towards the couch when I passed a mirror and caught a glimpse of my appearance. My hair was all over the place, leftover mascara had collected under my eyes, and my wrist was turning a dark purple.  I quickly finished my coffee and went to make myself look presentable.  I gathered my hair in a ponytail and removed the stray mascara from my face before realizing I didn't have clothes at Hannah's house.  She must have some kind of telepathic powers because just as this was going through my mind she sent me a text.