The Life of Hannah Wilkin

Chapter 16 - bad ideas

*LEWI'S POV*

'Lewi?' I looked up.
'Hannah.'
I dropped the dust pan and brush and ran over to Hannah and engulfed her in a hug. I heard sobs and I knew she was crying. She pulled back and looked up to me. I leaned in for a kiss but she turned her head.
'You ok?' She didn't say anything and looked at the floor.
'Hannah. Hannah!'
She looked up at me this time.
'Are you ok?'
'Do I look ok Lewi?' She said between sobs. 'You and Danny have fell out. You've been punched about five times and Danny never wants to see me again so-'
'Danny never wants to see you again?!'
'N-no.' She put her head on my chest and cried once more.
'What happened here Han?' She backed away and walked to the couch. She was limping as she walked.
'I got angry and threw that picture frame across the wall. It smashed and I forgot about it until I walked over the glass in bare feet.' She tucked her hands into her shirt sleeves.
'Hannah your hurt!' I sat down next to her and she laid her head on my chest.
'So are you. Let me look.'

*HANNAH'S POV*

'Hannah your hurt!' I laid my head on Lewi's chest.
'So are you. Let me look.' I sat up so I could see if Danny had left any bruises or marks on his head, and he had. There was three bruises on the left side of his jaw, he had a black eye and a cut on the right side of his face. I couldn't believe my brother would do this! I leant on his left shoulder but he flinched.
'Take off your shirt.' He didn't protest and he took off his backpack and t shirt revealing three bruises. Two on his stomach and one on his shoulder.
'They're from when he kicked you.' I got up to get a wet cloth and an ice pack. My feet were throbbing but they could wait.
'Hannah, where are you going? Your going to hurt yourself even more. You need to rest.' I ignored him and carried on to the kitchen. It was true. My feet hurt more now than they did earlier. The bleeding had stopped but they still hurt like crazy. I grabbed a cloth and ran it under the tap. I couldn't find an ice pack so a bag of frozen peas would have to work.
'Here.' I handed him the peas and he put them on his shoulder. I dabbed at the cut on his head with the cloth.
'You don't have to do this you know. You need it more than me.'
'I do. He hurt you more than me.'
'Physically yeah but mentally?'
'Y-yeah.' Was all I could manage.
The cut eventually stopped bleeding and Lewi got up.
'Where are you going?' I asked him.
'To run you a bath. Stay here.' And he walked into the bathroom. I smiled and turned on the tv.

'Come on Wilko!' He shouted from the bathroom.
'Coming.' I walked into the bathroom to see Lewi, with no t shirt on might I add, standing at the door. The bath was overflowing with bubbles and the room was lit by candles. He kissed my head and left the room without saying anything. I took of my clothes and tied my hair into a messy bun. I put one foot into the bath but as my foot made contact with the hot water I flinched and shot back knocking over my makeup.
'Hannah?' I quickly locked the door. 'Are you ok in there?'
'Y-yes I'm fine. My feet just hurt.'
'The hot water will help, I promise.'
'But, how do you know?'
There was a pause, 'Just trust me Hannah, I know.' He sounded mad but he was just upset. I wouldn't argue anymore so I got into the bath. It felt a lot better once I was used to the hot water.

I spent about two hours in the bath. I didn't want to get out but I had to because the water had gone cold. I looked at the clock on the wall, 08:45 pm. I climbed out the bath and dried my body. I wrapped the towel around myself and walked into the bedroom. I put on my pyjamas which were leggings and one of Lewi's jumpers and joined him in the living room.
'What are you watching?' I asked as I sat down next to him.
'Stalker. You'd like this.' He out his arm around me and we watched the tv for a while.

The cuts on my feet had stopped hurting as well as the ones on my arms...