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[story] Adventures of Hannah episode 4

Episode 4

Joe tried to concentrate on what the

receptionist was saying, but his mind was

outside wondering what Hannah was doing

with

the blond-haired guy in the white suit. Was

he a

friend ? A customer?

He kept thinking about the way the guy had

been watching her, as though right at that

moment she was the most important thing

in

the world to him.

So not a friend, then something more.

It took Joe a moment to recognize the

emotion

burning in his belly as jealousy. It had been

a

while since he’d had reason to be jealous of

anyone.

He kept his gaze on his car as he exited the

store, but he could still see Hannah and her

friend out of the corner of his eye. They

were

talking, leaning towards one another. He

told

himself what she did and who she did it

with

was none of his business. It didn’t make

any

difference to the burn in his gut.

Ruby, Joes daughter was having a playdate

with one of her friends from school. So Joe

had

the house to himself when he got home. He

tidied the kitchen, then threw on a load of

washing. Finally he came to a halt in his

bedroom doorway.

The bed was a mess, a tangle of sheets and

guilt. He’d had a bad nigh’s sleep, tosing

and

turning, his mind full of images and sense

memories: Hannahs b0s0m, full and warm

in his

hand; the taste of her in his mouth, the feel

of

her firm, rouded butt0ckz. Somehow,

somewhere in

the dark hours, Hannah and Beth (His late

wife)

had gotten mixed up in his dreams and

he’d

found himself looking into Beth’s face but

pressed against Hannah’s body, guilt and

desire

twisting inside him until he didn’t know

which

was which. He’d woken sweating and

agitated,

the sheets wrapped around his legs in a

continuing snarl.

Now, he sat on the end of the bed, thighs

wide,

hands on his knees, his unfocused gaze on

the

carpet. The reality was that he and Hannah

hardly knew each other. There was a

physical

attraction. There was the potential for more,

maybe. But he had to take the next step to

find

out. And he wasn’t sure if he was ready to

do

that.

Meanwhile, when Hannah got home, for a

moment she was so angry and sad she

could

hardly breathe.

I’m so sick of this. I’m so sick of feeling this

way.

The problem was, she didn’t know what to

do

with her anger. She’d only had to look into

Betty’s perfectly made up face to feel it all

surging back. That, and seeing the pity on

Lucas eyes……..

Of course, her mother wasn’t the only one

who

felt sorry for poor, jilted Hannah. It had

practically become a national pastime once

the

wedding had been canceled. Their family,

all of

her and Lucas’s friends, the neighbours, her

customers — they’d all offered their

condolences and shaken their heads. It was

a

classic tale of woe and everyone could

relate.

And more than anything perhaps even more

than the pain of betrayal and loss —

Hannah

resented being cast as a victim.

Hannah was still outside since she got

home.

Her

stomach rumbled with hunger but she

wasn’t

ready to go in yet. Instead, she entered her

garage (her workshop as she is a mechanic)

,

grabbed a beer from the bar fridge she kept

in

palmed a handful of peanuts from the jar

on the

work bench. ()She’d downed half the beer

when

she became aware that someone was

watching

her. She glanced across into a pair of big,

intent

blue eyes.

“I’m Ruby Lawson” daughter to Joe

Lawson. The

little girl t—-t her hand forward.

Hannah surpressed a smile. She help up her

own

hand. “I’m Hannah”. she said.

“Pleased to meet you” Ruby said solemnly.

It was impossible for Hannah to hid her

smile

then. “Pleased to meet you, too, Ruby”.

“Wow, what a nice bike” “Can we go for a

ride?

Ruby inquired.

Hannah smiled ……”I don’t think your dad

would

appreciate us doing that.”

“He wouldn’t mind”

“Hmm. I’m not so sure about that.”

Ruby pressed her hands together and gave

Hannah a limpid – eyed beseeching look,

“Pretty

please ?”

As pitiful pleas went, it was very effective.

Hannah wondered if Ruby had practiced in

the

mirror. “Sorry, sweetheart. You can have a

sit on

it, though, if you’d like.”

Ruby considered for a moment. “I guess

that

would be okay,” she said grudgingly.

Hannah wiped her hand on her jeans and

helped

boost Ruby onto the saddle. Ruby’s legs

barely

s——-d the seat adn she wobbled and

clutched at the handlebars, a woored frown

on

her face.

Hannah twisted the ignition key and the

bike

rumbled to life beneath them. Ruby giggled.

“It’s all bouncy”. Ruby said.

Hannah laughed as she leaned forward to

twist

the throttle.

“See? You grip this and twist it slowly

forward.

But not too much — you dont’ want to push

it

too hard.”

Ruby reached out, fingers spread wide.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Hannah nearly fell off the bike as Joe

stacked

across the sidewalk, his expression livid.

“Are you out of your freaking mind?” he

demanded.

He gasped Ruby around the waist, plucking

her

from the bike as though she weighed less

than a

feather. Joe set her on the ground and put

a

hand on her shoulder. “I want you to go

inside”.

“No! We weren’t doing anything wrong. We

were

just siting there, “Rubby insisted.

Hannah couuld see the little girl was

getting

herself worked up. She could also see that

Joe

was in no mood to listen to reason. She met

Ruby’s gaze

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she said reassuringly.

“You

can do what your daddy says.”

Joe waited until his daughter was well out

of

hearing before turning on Hannah. “What

kind of

a reckless takes a kid for a ride on a

motorbike

without a helmet? You want to answer me

that ?

“You are overreacting. If you calmed down

for

one second ——”

“Don’t tell me to calm, lady”. He shoved a

finger

in her face. “You had no right to risk my

daughter’s life. Did you even stop to think

……..”

He broke off, unable to articulate his fury.

“”Are you finished? she asked calmly. “Any

more

insults you want to throw at me?

He gave her a scathing head to toe. “Stay

away

from my daughter. “He turned on his heel

and

strode towards his house.

Hannah let out the breath she’d been

holding.

wow. That had been exactly what she

hadn’t

needed —– a big, shitty cherry on top of an

already shitty day.

Posted by on February 15, 2019.

Categories: /Literature/Stories

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