The Neighbor Boy

chapter 19

chapter 19

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*Hannah's POV*

everything was dark. i couldnt see more than 5 feet in front of me. i didnt know where i was. i felt so lost. so alone, desperately i began turning in circles. where am i!?

suddenly i heard a voice from my right, "you think your so special." it was a deep low voice. more like a man's voice growling at me.

i swear i got whip lash i turned my head in that direction so fast.

"W-who's there!?" i screamed slowly backing away.

"silly girl. your worthless." the voice came from behind me this time.

i turned on my heels.

"WHOS THERE!?" i screamed trying to sound confident.

thats when it happened.

i felt a sharp pain hit my back.

"AHHH." i screamed jumping forward falling onto my knees.

i started crying, no longer being able to take this horrible moment.

"your worthless." the voice boomed again& again& again.

i sat there sobbing into my hands confused and hurt. all i could think is this voice is right.

"Hannah." it boomed.

"WHAT?! i screamed looking up, "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME."

hannah.

hannah

hannah

suddenly i came to reality, Casper was holding me in his lap. i felt his strong hands holding me tightly.

"it was a nightmare" he whispered into my ear.

i nodded knowingly. i have these quite often. i lifted my hands to my cheeks; they hot & wet from salty tears.

"i began shivering in his arms as a gust of wind blew.

"lets ho inside." he whispered.

i nodded as he lifted me into his arms bridal style.

Once inside he walked us to the kitchen before setting me down, he walked to the fridge and poured to glasses of apple juice. i leaned against the counter figuring out what i would tell him.

i knew he is gonna ask me about my nightmares. or at least he is thinking about it. i could tell by his silence & the way he was nibbling on his bottom lip. he always bites his lip when he is thinking. not saying it was sexy but, ya know.

"so," he said stretching out the O. here we go. i took the apple juice from his outstretched hand & brought it to my dry lips. the cool liquid slid down my dry throat putting my voice at ease&giving it more life when i spoke.

i removed the cool glass from my lips and cleared my throat.

"my nightmares are about me being abused, i dont know i cant help it. please dont judge me for something i cant help." i sounded serious. too serious although this was a serious matter.

he looked at me if i had just slapped him with a tennis racket.

"i would never judge you for your past, hannah." he said setting the glass on a nearby counter & taking a step towards me.

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding.

taking a few more steps he approached me with caution as if i was about to smack him with a tennis racket again.