Bradley

I couldn't believe it!

Why would Hannah lie to me? And about something as trivial as hanging out. If she didn't want to hang out she could've just said so; she didn't need to lie.

I was fuming. I thought we were starting to become friends, but I guess I was wrong. I shouldn't have even tried. Hannah Jacobson would never be my friend.

I avoided Hannah for the rest of the day. I kept catching her glancing over at me, but I ignored her.

I didn't care about what she had to say. I didn't care if she was sorry. I didn't care if she wanted to apologize. Maybe I would tomorrow, but today I was too damn angry.

I stopped by my locker on my way out to grab some of my things and just as I turned around, I was slammed against the lockers.

"What do you want Sabrina?"

I tried pushing her away from me, but she gripped my jacket and shoved her mouth onto mine.

My hands gripped her waist for balance and I pushed her off of me.

"What the hell?" I shouted.

I turned just in time to see Hannah running out of the building. She was crying.

Maybe she really did feel bad. Maybe I should've given her a chance to explain.

I sighed and went out to my bike. I sat there in the school parking lot for a few minutes, just thinking.

I needed to apologize to Hannah.

I pulled out my phone, but shoved it back into my pocket immediately. I owed it to her to apologize in person. I was an ass today.

I revved the engine to my bike and drove to Hannah's house. I jumped off and ran to the door. I knocked and knocked, but no one answered.

I was about to turn back when I heard a piercing scream.

I shouted Hannah's name and burst through the door.

"IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN YOU THAT DIED!"

I saw Hannah's dad with a knife over her heart and I didn't hesitate. I launched myself at him and threw him off of Hannah.

The knife was still in his grip and we wrestled for it. The knife cut my hand, but I still managed to get it from him and throw it across the room. For once, I was grateful for all the fights I got in over the years.

My fist sailed into Mr. Jacobson's jaw. I kept nailing him until he was just barely conscious. I only stopped when I heard a small whimper.

I turned to see Hannah, watching me with pleading eyes. I scrambled over to her and lifted her in my arms.

"It's going to be ok," I said. I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince her or me.

I ran over to my house with Hannah in my arms and took her out to the garage where the car was. I hardly ever used it, but I sure was glad to have it. I placed Hannah in the back, smoothing over her hair, before climbing into the front seat.

I sped off, driving as steady as I could to keep Hannah from jostling around. I heard whimpers and checked on her through the rear view mirror. Her eyes were fluttering.

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me Hannah," I told her in a stern voice. Her eyes kept fluttering. "Come on Hannah, you can do it. Stay awake."

Her eyelids shut completely and I cursed, slamming my hand on the wheel.

The hospital was still five minutes away but I cut that down into two. I jumped out of the car without even turning it off and pulled Hannah into my arms.

"Someone help!" I shouted as I ran through the doors.

A nurse looked up at me, saw Hannah, and gasped. A gurney soon came and a team of medical staff wheeled her back. I tried following, but the nurse stopped me.

"You have to wait out here," she said calmly.

"No! Let me go with her!"

"If you want us to help her, you have to wait out here. You'll just get in the doctor's way."

I nodded and collapsed down into a chair, putting my head in my hands. I couldn't help but feel like the whole situation was all my fault.

I should have realized sooner. I should have noticed the signs. Her changed personality, how she was always in pain, the way she shrunk back from her dad on Senior Night!

God! He was probably the reason she never texted me back this weekend. And I never even gave her a chance to explain.

I don't know how long I sat in that waiting room, going over every moment I spent with Hannah since I got back, but it felt like days.

"You came in with that girl right?"

I looked up to see a doctor.

"Yes. Can I see her?" I asked him.

"In a little bit. Can you answer some questions for me first?"

I nodded.

"What is her name?"

"Hannah Jacobson."

I spent the next ten minutes trying my best to give the doctor Hannah's background history and explained what happened; unfortunately, I didn't know much. He said he would have to call the police and I nodded. I figured he'd have to. Hannah's dad needed to be locked up for good.

When he finally got back, he took me to Hannah's room. She was in the bed and she looked so helpless. It broke something in me.

I went over to her and sat in the chair next to the bed. I took her hand in mine and sat there, watching over her.