So I hope you don't hate me... But anyway, I feel like I've been focusing on this more than my schoolwork which is not good. Luckily it's a new semester so I have time to get my grades up. I'm estimating that this fanfic will last until chapter 60...again, that's an estimation, it may be way more and it may be way less. Please don't hate me. Enjoy!
Hannah's Pov
I woke up and looked in the mirror.
My bruises were a little better but barely.
Time to get all the makeup out to try to cover them up.
It takes me about an hour to cover it all up, and even then, you could still see a hint of them.
There's no need to cover the ones up on my back, no ones gonna see it.
I hear the doorbell ring.
Whose here?
Izzy is at work and Mamrie usually just walks in.
I look out the side window.
It's Grace.
Fuck.
I go double check my makeup in the mirror and rush to open the door even though I was not mentally prepared for this confrontation.
Oh well.
Here goes nothing.
Grace's Pov
Here goes nothing.
I ring the doorbell.
About a minute later, Hannah opens the door.
I half smile.
It's nice to see her in person again.
I stand there awkwardly.
She half smiles too and nods and I walk in.
It's weird seeing this place filled with another girl's things.
We're standing on complete opposite sides of the room, it's very uncomfortable.
"Uh, don't take this the wrong way, but, why are you here Grace?" Hannah asks.
"Oh, um, I wanted to talk to you and I knew if I had called, you wouldn't have answered so I took it upon myself to come over." I say.
"Well, you're probably right about that. Anyway, how've you been?" She asks.
"Honestly? I've been shit. Ok? I mean I would ask how you are but I already know the answer to that." I say, kinda harshly.
"What's the answer then Grace? How have I been? What do you think?" Hannah asks.
"You've been fucking great haven't you? You have a beautiful girlfriend, whom you love. And you don't have a care in the world. You're soooo happy aren't you. Without me in your life, you're fucking great right?" I snap.
She stays silent.
Eventually she speaks up.
"Ok. Do I have a beautiful girlfriend? Yes. Do I love her? Yes. Am I soooo happy? No. Is my life better without you? Hell no! And ya know what? Did I have a beautiful girlfriend before Izzy? Fuck yeah I did. Do I love her? To pieces! Was I happy with her? Of course." She snaps back.
Wait, did she just say she still loved me?
I think she did.
Holy shit.
"Yeah well you messed it up." I whisper to myself.
"Excuse me?" She says.
I stand there, silently.
"I messed it up? I did? No no no. You're mistaken me for you. You messed it up! We had something spectacular Grace, and you fucked it up, again. You had a meeting? Yeah sure Grace, everyone believes that one, good fucking job, round of applause for Grace Helbig. Oh and what was that 'meeting' about then, huh? She says sarcastically.
"I-I can't tell you what it was about..." I say.
"Exactly." She whispers.
I'm so fumed right now.
I want to scream right now, oh my gosh she makes me so mad!
I walk towards her quickly.
Her face drops and she shutters as I approach her.
What the fuck? Does she think I'm gonna hit her or something?
She covers her face and crouches down so that she's sitting on the wood floor.
"Please don't hit me." She whimpers.
What?!
It takes me a minute to process what she just said.
I crouch down so that I'm at her level.
"Hannah, what?! I would never, ever hurt you. Ever. You should know that." I whisper.
"I'm sorry it's just-" she stops and starts to cry.
"Hey, hey, hey. I wasn't walking towards you for any reason, I was just mad. Ok? What's going on? Is Izzy-?"
Before I could finish my sentence she chimes in.
"No! No! Of course not. Why would you say that? She loves me." She says.
I can see faint bruises on her face which were once covered by makeup.
"Hannah..." I give her a questioning look.
"What, Grace? What?" She asks, wiping away her tears.
"Your um, your makeup...it's coming off. I can see. Don't lie to me, dear. Don't." I say.
"Grace, I'm fine! Let me take care of myself ok? I don't need you! I've been perfectly fine without you and now you have to just show up at my doorstep, uninvited? No Grace, get the fuck out!" She yells.
"Fine but when she does it again, don't come crying to me ok? Consider me out of your life for good." I yell back.
"Good. I don't want you here anyway!" She yells back as I slam the door.
I go to my car and drive home.
I sit in my car and think.
I break down.
Doesn't she understand? I was trying to help her! I could've saved her from that bitch and she lost her chance!
I know what's been going on, despite what she tells me.
Izzy beats her. Who the fuck would want to harm Hannah in any way like that? She's the sweetest person I know, well knew.
I hope Hannah gets out of that relationship soon or else she'll be there forever.
I do love Hannah and I don't want to see her hurt.
Well I guess I won't see her anymore.
She's not my problem anymore.
That was the last time I would ever see Hannah Hart, in person at least.
Author's note: hi. I'm sorry. I truly am.
