Hannah answered her phone as I started driving. She told me where she was and asked me to hurry. I drove over to her boyfriend's apartment as quickly as I could and found Hannah sitting on the curve. She got up when she saw me, flinging a little backpack over her shoulder, and walked to my car. She opened up the door and climbed in, putting the bag at her feet.
She wiped a tear from her eye before saying, "Thank you for coming to get me, Danny. With Jessica out of town, I didn't know who else to call that wouldn't have judged me."
"Of course," I said. "Are you OK?"
"I will be," she responded.
"Do you want to talk about what happened?" I asked her.
"Not right now," she said. "Can I chill at your place for a bit? I'm not ready to go home."
"Of course," I said as I drove back to my apartment.
When we arrived at my apartment, Hannah followed me inside and immediately went into the bathroom. I went about my day, doing some cleaning around the apartment as Hannah finished in the bathroom, then went into the spare bedroom and shut the door. I texted Jessica to see if Hannah had talked to her, but she said no.
Around noon, I went to the spare room door and knocked on it. When Hannah answered, I asked her if she wanted lunch. "Lunch sounds great. I'll be out in a few minutes," she answered back.
When she came out of the room, the five foot, six-inch tall woman had changed from the sweats she had been wearing that morning to a maroon t-shirt, blue jeans, and had her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She looked at me and said, "I didn't know if you meant go out somewhere or stay here, but I just figured I should put some clothes on either way."
"What do you want to do? I'm good either way," I told her.
"I don't want to go out anywhere. Can we stay here?" She asked, and I said yes and started to get out some food to make for lunch.
Hannah sat down at the kitchen counter on a barstool as I put some mozzarella sticks in the air fryer and started to make me and her each a sandwich. She rubbed her eyes, looked around the apartment, back at me, and said, "Thank you for saving me today."
"Of course," I said.
"Mark was really scaring me last night and this morning. I'm scared to think what he would have done if I stayed," she said.
"Really now? What happened?" I asked. I saw Hannah take a deep breath, and I told her, "You really don't have to tell me if you don't want to. We can just sit here, turn on a movie, and eat some food if that's what you need."
Hannah shook her head and said, "No, I should talk about it."
I slid a plate towards Hannah, with a sandwich and mozzarella sticks on it, before grabbing my own plate and sitting down next to her. She took a bite out of the sandwich, chewed it, and said, "Things between me and Mark have been going really well. He's been super respectful, kind, caring, you know, all the things you want in a relationship. He listens, has similar interests, and I've really thought about spending the rest of my life with him."
We each took another bite before she continued, "He's actually a recent convert to the church. He got married super young, like right out of high school. His wife got pregnant, but they lost the baby, and he said it destroyed both of them. She started using drugs, he left her, and he joined the church. So, he has experience with sex and stuff. We haven't gone that far, but he's really helped me learn how to give a blowjob, and he loves to go down on me."
She took another bite and said, "Sorry, that's probably too much information." I told her it wasn't, and she said, "So, last night, he took me out on a very romantic date. So romantic, I thought he was going to propose. But he didn't. It didn't stop me from going back to his apartment, like we do almost every weekend, and giving him a blowjob. But, this time, he didn't let me finish him. Instead, he went down on me, and then said he wanted to take my virginity."
"Did you let him?" I asked her, ignoring my sandwich as she talked.
"No, I told him I wasn't ready. He seemed to understand, so I finished him in my mouth, then he fell asleep," she said.
We both took another bite before I asked what happened this morning. "He tried again. He told me that if I loved him, I would just let him do it. And he didn't understand why I wouldn't. He did strip naked, but he didn't try to force himself on me. And when I refused to even give him a blowjob, telling him I wasn't in the mood, he called me a slut and threatened to kick me out of the apartment."
"That asshole," I said. "How dare he."
"I know. And I should have left," she said.
"You gave in?" I said, surprised.
"Yes. I didn't want him mad at me. So, I started to give him one. But I wouldn't let him touch my body like I normally do. And he said I wasn't giving it my full effort. He finally pushed me away and told me if I didn't give him what he wanted, I should just leave. So, I did," Hannah finished saying, wiping a tear from her eye.
"Oh, my gosh, Hannah. I'm sorry you went through that," I said.
"Thanks. I'm just glad I didn't give in completely to him," she said as she finished up her sandwich and mozzarella sticks. I took the plate from her and put it, along with mine, in the sink.
Turning back to her, I said, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you want. I don't have any plans today or tomorrow, so I can take you home whenever. Or, the bed in the spare room is all yours."
"Thank you, Danny. I appreciate it," Hannah said as she got up and went to sit in the living room.
We spent the rest of the day just hanging out. She turned on a movie, and we talked during it until her phone started to ring. She looked at it and said, "Sorry, but I need to go answer this."
I watched as she got up and walked into the spare room, admiring her butt in the jeans she had on. She was on the phone for about half an hour before coming back out and saying, "It's done." I asked what was, and she said, "Me and Mark. He wanted me to come back to his place; I asked him to apologize, and he refused. So, I ended it."
I got up off the couch and walked over to where Hannah stood. Seeing her beginning to cry, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close as she cried on my shoulder.
After crying for a few minutes, she pulled away and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen." I told her it was OK, and she asked, "Do you have a gym here? Or do you want to come with me to one? I feel like I just need to go workout to get my mind off it."
I told her that the apartment complex did have a gym or that I would go to one with her. She opted to stay at the complex, figuring that there would be fewer people there. She grabbed her backpack from the floor and walked into the spare room, while I went into my room to change.
I was out before she was and was putting ice and water into two different bottles for us when she came out. Hannah had pulled her brown hair back into a ponytail and had changed her clothes into a tight fitting gray tanktop, and black leggings with a yellow strip down the sides. She thanked me for the bottle before we left my apartment and walked to the gym.
