Stay Forever

lights out

Hannah's p.o.v

"Want to dance?" Ledger asks me and that sounds great. I wish I could have filmed this event, but these people are so different than me and I didn't want people to stare at me or to embarrass the Slade's, but I know my viewers would have gotten a kick out of seeing me in this dress and all of these snotty rich people around. "I would love to dance" I tell him. He pulls me on to the dance floor where soft music is playing. We move side to side, in perfect sync. I have never danced with anyone besides myself in the mirror after I shower or when I get home and trying to release energy to tire myself out. "This is a lot, isn't it?" Ledger asks me and I nod. "It's alright." I tell him. "Sorry for how rude my dad and his...people are" he says. "Don't. You don't have to apologize for what other people do." I tell him.

Ledger's p.o.v

This girl really is amazing. "Hannah" I hear a man call her. I look behind her and a couple is dancing. She turns around and the smile she has been sporting all night changes. She almost looks scared. The color drains from her face. The man walks over to us, but doesn't even look at me, his eyes are on her. He almost looks like a predator. He licks his lips as he basically eye f*cks her right in front of me. She grabs my hand and squeezes it. I push her behind me and that is how the man finally looks at me. He is a lot shorter than I am. "Excuse me, I need to talk to my daughter" the man says, trying to side step me and I frown. I bring my hand forward to stop him "Hannah, come here girl, why did you leave the house? Do you know the trouble you have caused us? You need to return with us. We still have your room and all of your things." the woman he is with comes up to us and tells Hannah. "Hannah, do you know them?" I turn to her and ask her. "They were my foster parents." she says. "Hannah, we have been looking for you like crazy all of these years. We thought something bad happened to you. We thought that boy Holden took you. We nearly had him arrested." the man tells her and Hannah's eyes widen. "What, where is he?" Hannah asks. "Who cares, come here" The man says. I can tell something is off. "Our dear Hannah, babygirl. Lets go talk in private" the woman says.

"You are not going anywhere alone with Hannah" I tell them. I place my arm around her shoulder and bring her in closer so she can feel that I have her back. "Who the h3ll are you to tell us what to do with our daughter!" the man nearly yells. "Her fiance, that's who the h3ll I am and my soon to be wife isn't going anywhere alone with you." I say. "Hannah, is what this man is saying true?" he asks. Papa and mom come over. "Hello, I am Jace Slade from Slade enterprises, is there a problem?" he asks the couple. "No, we were just saying hello to our Hannah, but we will be going now." the man says. "This isn't over, Hannah." he spits and walks away. "Who was that?" Mom asks. "Hey, are you okay?" I ask her. She blinks a couple of times, then the smile is on her face again. "I'm fine. Those were no-one, just my foster parents." she tells us. "Would you be upset if I went home?" she asks my mom. "No, not at all." mom says. "I'm sorry. You just went out of your way to get me this beautiful dress and invite me here. I just really hate those people" she whispers so only we can hear her. "Hey, I'm so over this event too. How about I take you home?" I offer "I can take a taxi home" she says, and I shake my head. "No way Hannah" I say. "Yes dear. I would feel more comfortable if Ledger saw you home. I would also want to talk to you about what happened. I need to know who those people are and if you are in danger," Papa tells her. She nods. I grab her hand and walk her out the door and into the limo.

I can't take the quiet. I normally love it, but when I am with her, I want to hear her voice and see the smile that lights up the room. "Did they hurt you?" I ask her. She pulls out her phone and slides through it and then hands it to me. It looks like a picture of a picture. I zoom in and realize that it is a picture of her. Her face looks bruised and swollen. "Hannah, did they do this to you?" I ask her, feeling rage like I never have before. She nods. "Those two are the worst people in the world. They used to hit me and my brother. Him more than me, but once he left I over heard them talking and she was going to let him r@pe me and get me pregnant because they wanted a baby." she tells me. My eyes are nearly budging out of their sockets. "That day he beat me until I looked like that" she says, pointing at her phone. "That's the day I ran away and somehow ended up in the church that Mr and Mrs. Danby run." she tells me this long story of her life and what they did to her, how they would hit her but never in the face so they wouldn't get caught. How social workers would never help even when they begged for help. I can't believe she lived such a sh!t life. They took her and hid her file. Mom couldn't find her. She would have had a good life and grew up with us, but instead she suffered through all of this, yet she is always smiling and happy.

We arrive at her apartment, but I don't want to leave her alone. Not after what she told me. "Can I come up with you?" I ask her. "You want to go inside my apartment?" she asks and I nod. "I don't want to leave you alone and plus, I have to send the car back to pick up my family." I tell her. "Okay" she sniffles. "I must warn you though. This place is nothing like what you are used to", she says and laughs. We get off and she grabs my hand like if we have been doing it our whole lives. I send the driver back to the event and text Maddox to bring me a bag and leave it at her front door. Once we are inside, I give him her apartment number. She wasn't lying when she said this place is like nothing I am used to. It is a dump. I can't believe she lives here. The lights go out. "Ugh, dammit." she says. "I am going to change" she says, and I nod as I look around. She has a book shelf with nothing but cooking and baking books. She doesn't have many pictures. She has a high school diploma and some awards and just 1 picture with the Danbys. "Sorry that we are in the dark" she says, walking back in with a candle. "Does this happen often?" I ask her. She places the candle on the table. She rushes around and lights up some more candles, so at least the room is well lit up and I can see her. I sit in her old beat up couch. I take her in. She wiped the little makeup off her face and is wearing a set of pajamas. The top is a crop top and I can tell she is not wearing a bra and I feel like a perv staring at her t!ts, but f*ck they look perfect. She is wearing very short shorts. When she bends over to place the last candle on another small table, I can clearly see her a$$ and my d!ck is now uncomfortably hard. "Yeah, this is why I always stay busy and only come home to sleep. The power goes out and the water is always cold, but hey you get what you pay for." she says it like it is nothing. She even sounds grateful. "Hannah, this is not okay." I say. "Trust me, this is better than living in foster care. The Danby's house was better, but they need their privacy. I couldn't stay there forever." she says. I nod.. I want to tell her to come live with us, but I need to see where her mind is first. I just don't know if tonight is the night to bring it all up.