A New Beginning

Chapter 1

Pic Above Hannah

My name is Hannah McCool I am 29 years old a VP of Sales of an insurance company that writes policies through funeral homes (yeah I know weird right, but I love what I do I am not the grim reaper contrary to what people may think) I am having to currently wait to for my flight to start boarding to go back to Tennessee. My flight wasn't supposed to come home until tomorrow, however, I am in Colorado and a huge snow storm is on its way my boss just told me to head home. I've been on my phone trying to find my husband to see if he can pick me up from the airport when I arrive. Noticing he's not answering I'll just give my bf a shout and see if she's available to get me.  My phone has officially died from trying to call anyone to try and pick me up from the airport. 

I finally get off my plane and head over to baggage claim and proceed to get into my uber since apparently no one knows how to pick up their fucking phones anymore. I have already been on a plane for six hours on a full flight I am nasty, sleepy, and starving. The uber driver pulls into my neighborhood and notice Alysa's car in is the drive way. Well that is strange her and my husband don't really get along I guess she is just here now that she finally got my phone calls.

I finally make it inside, and a sense of calm washes over me it's been 10 days since I have been home, and this particular trip was just exhausting. I have had to train to many new people, and to many contracts have been written wrong its just mind-numbing to have to look at all the paperwork sometimes. I start to head upstairs since for some reason no one is in the kitchen or living room. I bring my bag into my bedroom, and there in all their naked glory is my husband Mark and my best friend FUCKING IN MY BED.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOIN ON HERE"

"Hannah I wasn't expecting you home until tomorrow"

"Well surprise you dick head I am home"

"Hannah we are so sorry it just happened we didn't mean to take it this far" I look over at Alysa and I am just flabbergasted at how she of all people could have betrayed me after everything I have been thru with men.

"HOW LONG HAVE Y'ALL BEEN FUCKING BEHIND MY BACK" not one of them can look me in the eyes. Then my husband speaks up saying, "ever since you took your new promotion you are never home and frankly I am just not feeling it anymore" I was on autopilot and walkedright up to him and before I could think slapped him right across the face.

"YOU TWO FUCKING DESERVE EACH OTHER" They gather their clothes and leave. I look around the house and just fall to my knees in tears thinking to myself how much do I have to endure to be happy. I gather my suitcase and proceed to just go to a hotel I cannot stay here any longer.

They next morning I awake by my phone ringing relentlessly looking at the called ID and notice it's my boss. He asks me to take the next flight out and head over to Seattle Washington for a board meeting between all the funerals Home owners and well as the Insurance Company Executives. Thinking to myself this is new it's not like I have anything to hold me back in this hell-hole with all these memories floating around the back of my mind. I responded quickly yes sir on my way.