Song: 'Bibia Be Ye Ye' by Ed Sheeran
I lost my shoes last night, I don't know where I put my keys
I was tired and fell asleep beneath an oak tree
I bet my mother's proud of me from each scar
Upon my knuckle and each grazes upon my knee and all I know
Is I got a cab and then threw up on his car seat
He kicked me out and then I walked in the rain
I tell myself in every way I won't be doing this again
And tomorrow's a brand new day
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HANNAH'S POV
The next morning, I woke up with a hungry stomach. Once I've freshened up, I left the room to fix myself some basic breakfast. Because that's all I'm capable of. Just as I reached the living room, I saw my cell phone lying on the side table. I ran towards it with a speed of light, picked it up, and saw 78 miscalls, 39 voice notes, and gazillion texts. Amongst which majority belongs to Nick, the rest from Mila and Jay, some from aunty Claudia, and one single text from dad.
Wait, how did it get here? I wasn't here yesterday.
Ah! Of course, the asshole had it all this time. Whatever!
I instantly put it on charging as the battery was about to die, meanwhile I made a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of coffee for myself.
I quickly finished my breakfast and picked up my cellphone while it was still in charge. Safety, who?
I went through all the messages and voice notes one by one. Everyone just wanted to know how I'm doing and Nick, well he wanted the same as others just not as subtly. It's a miracle how my speaker hasn't burst off by all the angry notes it has heard.
Mila has sent me some of the pictures from the wedding day. Man, these would've been good if only it was an actual wedding or if everyone didn't look so deadpan. But never mind.
I texted everyone that I'm fine and would give them a call soon. I wanted to talk to them all but they'll ask questions that I do not have answers to. So, it's better to avoid these conversations for as long as I can.
Avoid all but one.
Nick.
So, I braced myself and dialed his number and he picked up before half a second was over.
Oh-oh, you're so in trouble, Hannah. This call is gonna take forever to end.
"Were you dead all this time? Are you an idiot? Ah of course you are, why am I even asking? The purpose of having a cell phone is to stay connected so the people in your life can know that you're fucking alive. But no, Hannah Evans thought let's hang everyone up and kill them by disappearing from the face of the earth. How irresponsible can you be, Hannah..."
And on and on he went for 5 minutes if not more. At this point, I knew he was not gonna stop anytime soon. To be honest, I was sure if I left now and came back after an hour, he would still be talking like a fanatic without realizing my absence on the other end. So, I finally decided to interject in his ramble.
"Ah, hello Nick, how are you? I am fine, in case you're interested to know." And I rolled my eyes "Not to disturb your rant or anything, but I just wanted to say SHUT THE FUCK UP, MAN. ENOUGH!"
And he finally did. Ah, this feels good.
He didn't say anything for some time and I didn't disrupt the silence either. He needs a breather and needs to calm himself down. A few moments later, he finally talked again.
"I was worried, you know?" I nodded, knowing he can't see me. His tone is much softer now, the concern and worry in his voice made me smile.
"Are you okay? Sorry for bursting out but you weren't picking up our calls and...." I intervened before he starts again.
"Nick, Nick, I'm alright, relax buddy. I'm sorry for not contacting you earlier. But you know me, I'm clumsy. I lost my phone and just found it now." I can tell that now he's the one rolling his eyes, he's very well accustomed to my clumsiness, "but in all fairness, I didn't know you would be going maniac"
"How could I not, you didn't get married under any normal circumstances, Hans. Of course, I'm entitled to freak out about my little sister's disappearance."
"Disappearance? Oh God, Nick. And just by the way, why were you so concerned?" I said rigidly, remembering his abandonment all of a sudden, "You didn't even say goodbye to me!
"I couldn't stand the sight of that man, especially next to you. He's ruthless and a vile man, Hannah, he's merciless. Business is everything for him, he'll use you for his own means. He'll never be sincere with you; you will always be a business deal to him. Did you expect me to know all this and still congratulate you for your holy matrimony when I can see you walking down to hell?"
All the encounters that I've had with him up until now played like flashbacks in my mind. The harshness of his words, the hatred in his eyes, everything proved to be evidence and a confirmation of all that Nick said. Yet I can't second him.
To them, we remain a perfect couple who's slowly getting to know each other.
So instead of agreeing with him, I said:
"You're wrong about him, Nick." I could hear him saying a fatal 'what' on the other hand. I don't blame him if he doesn't believe me, I can believe myself either. But it doesn't matter.
"He's not bad, Nick, you just don't know him yet." And I could feel my nose growing up.
"Yeah? And you do, within just two days?" hey, no need to get in facts, alright. I'm trying to handle the situation to the best of my abilities, which apparently are not even good enough.
"Yeah, I do. He's my husband, Nick. which means your brother-in-law and I would appreciate it if you can show a little respect towards him."
"Seriously, Hannah, do you even hear yourself?" thank God, we're having this conversation over the phone, it would've failed if we were doing it in person.
"I am very much serious, Nick. please refrain yourself next time from talking ill about him."
"I'm sorry if I thought you were insane before," finally, he can see how smart I am, that's good..., "because I very much doubt if you even have a hint of a brain up there in your head. But don't expect me to believe a single word of the bullshit you just said." It was worth a try. But now, it is what it is, can't take my words back now.
"I'm telling you the truth, it's up to you to believe it or not."
"I don't," he said sternly, "you've lost all your senses, I don't know why you're lying but I am not buying any of it. So, unless you're ready to tell me the truth, I believe we have nothing to talk about."
"But..." and before I could lie anymore, he hung up the phone. To say I'm feeling relieved won't be wrong.
It's a good thing that I won't be talking to him for a while because I won't be able to lie to him much longer. And right now, I need all the time to think about how to process it all. But he can never be angry at me for a long time so I'm not worried about him.
Though what I'm worried about is what's gonna happen next?