Fairytales Aren't Perfect

Chapter Twenty-Nine

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

               

                Ian could go on pretending his entire life he regretted what he was doing to Hannah but what would be the fun in that – and he certainly was having fun. Pressed up against a girl, kissing her, infuriating Hannah and crushing her all together was just one big jackpot for him.

                He wasn’t going to lie, he was shit pissed that she had done this all to him. She’d killed his baby and that was the worst someone could’ve ever done to him.

                Maybe it was weird to everyone else that he would care so damn much about whether she aborted or not but he couldn’t get past this wall of anger he’d erected around himself. He had gone so long, so far with his parents, living with how much they hurt him and he firmly believed that whenever he had his own kid he would never turn his back on him. But that’s exactly what had happened. Maybe he hadn’t knowingly done it, because if he had known he sure as hell would’ve never let Hannah step foot near whatever clinic she had gone to.

                It just made him so damn angry and now as he pushed up against this chick, knowing any moment that Hannah would come walking by; he put all the fury he had built up inside of him into the kiss. By the mewling sounds the girl was making he knew he wasn’t making it unpleasant for her so to hell with it all.
                He may not particularly like the girl he was mooching with but as long as Hannah got a good look at it he couldn’t care less.

                When he pulled away from the girl, hearing her breathless pants, he looked over his shoulder and smirked at the look on Hannah’s face. It made him feel so much better. He wanted to scream that he could hurt her as damn well much as she’d hurt him and when she tripped and he laughed, he felt like he’d won a battle. And then it didn’t matter that a goddess was sudden there, her eyes a kaleidoscope of color as she touched his chest and sent him into a new world because he’d won. At least, he thought he had.

               

Hannah gazed around the white hall with suspicion. Where the hell was she? The room was weird, long, and very, very blinding. Pushing herself off of the spotless white ground, Hannah felt her head throb but was desperate to ignore it. She was more concerned about where she was and now how she was.

                The last thing she could summon up in her mind was being knocked over by some really strong wind and then now she waking up in some freaky white walled, floored, and ceiling place that, oh, seemed to go on forever. She had cause to worry, a lot of cause.

                “Hello?” She called, hearing her voice echo back to her almost instantaneously. Hannah took a wobbly step forward. Unsure whether she should go forward or back. Unsure if she should move at all. Hadn’t she heard somewhere that the best thing to do when lost was to just stay put?

                Hannah glanced behind her, all she saw was whiteness. Hannah turned around and looked forward and it was the same thing. All white. She turned back again and briefly her mind wondered if that really was the back or if it was really the front.

 Her eyebrows knit together, her head beginning to thrum with the oncoming force of a headache. Uncertainty wavered in her thoughts about what she could do.  The only thing that really made sense to her was that she was lost and beyond that, there was nothing.

                “Hello?” She found herself repeating, this time cupping her mouth to make the sound louder, perhaps travel further. It did, but it echoed back to her just the same.