Chapter 5: Mom!

• Hannah's POV
• "Because you like him
• ," mom said and all color from my face drained up. 
• What. The. Hell. 
• "M-mom??" 
• "You think I didn't know? Oh, you're too naive, kiddo. I know you like him from like when you
• were... Around 8 or 9, right?" 
• "MOM! HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW!" 
• "It's obvious, Hannah. And now that you've accepted it, let's talk" she said taking me to the room, while Sam looked at me, asking if she should follow. 
• "Sam, you should come too" mom cleared the doubt and she followed, but what was troubling me was, is she mad at me!?! 
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• We were sitting in the room. A tense atmosphere. My heartbeat was echoing in the sheer silence. Sam was tensed, my forehead was filled with crystal beads of sweat. 
• "
• So, tell me what happened today," she asked. Everything came running in
• to my mind. His insults, that picture, those words he spoke for me, the way he behaves with me and with that gold digger, how he made me feel embarrassed, everything. 
• I don't know why, but a lone tear found its way down my cheeks. 
• "Hannah
• ," she said. I looked at her. I hugged her. 
• "Mom... He has changed mom, he has changed!" I said and she caressed my head. 
• "It will be fine, kiddo
• ," she said. I got away. 
• "Tell me, I'm your mom
• ," she said. 
• "
• Mom... He... He... He has got a.." I was unable to speak. 
• "Aunty, may I help?" she said, my mom
• , nodded, while I gave a helpless glare. 
• "Well, Ryan has got a
• girlfriend... And he... uhh... Embarrassed her today, and... Well..." she stopped as my mom spoke. 
• "I got it, Sam" mom said and looked at me. She took my hand in hers. 
• "Now, listen Hannah. I know all this, the way you like him. But, don't hurt yourself. He has changed, you should to" she said. 
• "But mom! How can
• we... uh..."
• "Unlove someone?" Sam spoke. 
• "Y-yeah!" 
• "Hannah.
• It’s OK, at this age it happens. But you need to understand. If there's no respect in a relationship, you should leave it. Do you understand? Don't hurt yourself. If you want, we can change your school"
• "Wha- no mom!" 
• "We're just saying. It's up to you. You can do anything, but don't get hurt" 
• "Ok, thank you
• , mom!" I said and got up, dragging Sam along with me to the top room. 
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• Complete silence with a long, long, long trail of thoughts in my mind, ready to bury me ten feet deep in the ground. I don't get an option to apply. I can't leave, no, I have got so far here, Sam is here, there's no way I'm leaving. And how am I gonna survive here, with my... long lost love with his girlfriend, that too when she is a bitch? 
• "Need help?" Sam brought me out of my trance. 
• "Yup, I do" I spoke. 
• "Talk to Swifts" she spoke and my eyes widened at her words. 
• Oh. So, She. Lost. Her. Mind. 
• "Well, what's the cost of
• a psychologist?" I asked. 
• "You need one? Oh god, I told you don't go in
• to depression... But you don't listen to me. Now tell me how am I gonna tell aunty about this, that her daughter got into depression because of his crush, who was never hers!?" 
• "Done?" 
• "No! You don't have to kill yourself! You're not done yet!" 
• "Sam, are you for real?" I said really irritated. 
• "Oh god. Now she's questioning reality. I better get your mom here!" she said and stood up only to be pulled back on the bad. She sat with a thud. 
• "Are you done, SAM!?" 
• "Yea. Now listen to me, Ms. Hannah Quinn" 
• "Yes, speak, Ms. Samantha Parker Kent!" 
• "Oh, well, that was weird!" 
• "Just like that!" 
• "Ohk ok. Listen. So, Ryan was not like this before?" 
• "You can't even imagine him, how he was before..." I said and narrating her one incident. 
• "I was standing at the side shore of the ocean. He was there with me. Our parents were in our tents, so we were alone. I had my
• favorite food in my hand-"
• "Noodles!?"
• "That's not important, Sam!" 
• "Ok, okay, continue!" 
• "The noodles fell-" 
• "So, I was right!?" Sam interrupted again. 
• "SAMANTHA. PARKER. KENT. YOU'RE. GONNA. DIE" I said pausing after every word to emphasi
• ze my sentence. 
• "Okay, okay, I won't interrupt!" 
• "The noodles fell down and a wave came and took them with it. I started
• crying... He was there with his favorite food, which was homemade pizza, he offered me it" 
• "Just this?" 
• "No! Listen!" 
• "Hmm..." 
• "He fe
• d me with his own hands because I was not in the mood to eat anything after my noodles flowed away. He hugged me after feeding me and said that he will always make him noodles if I love those that much, but I should stop crying..." 
• "Well,
• that’s..." 
• "He was just 8 at that time" 
• "8? Wait. Weren't you-" 
• "Yes, that was when I started liking
• him. That's not just because he gave me his pizza! But because he was always there for me. He didn't bother about anything but about me!" 
• "Well, are you sure he's this Ryan? Maybe some other Ryan
• Swift..."
• "Those eyes fascinate me, I can never forget those eyes" 
• "He has blue eyes, right?" 
• "Hm, yeah, how do YOU know!" 
• "You have told me thousands of times!!" 
• "
• Oh..." I said embarrassed. 
• "There are many people with blue eyes, Hannah. 10% of
• the world's population is-" 
• "Stop with your facts, Sam. There's some connection I feel with those eyes!" 
• "What connection, can you be some reasonable?" 
• "What about Max?" 
• "Uh-huh? What?" 
• "His eye
• color?" 
• "Dark black" 
• "His
• favorite food?" 
• "Any food" 
• "His
• favorite subject" 
• "Physics" 
• "Now, my dear Sam isn't it very common for anyone to like!? Any foody, physics, black, common answers, but you can't love anyone who likes these things!?" 
• "you're right. I got your point. Well done, Ms. Love Preacher" 
• "Hah! Thanks for your respectful title, I am really glad that-" 
• "Stop it!!
• So, here's what I was saying." 
• "Hm?" 
• "Something must have happened to make him like that" 
• "What do you mean?" 
• "Amnesia doesn't make a good person turn bad, Hannah" 
• "So?" 
• "Swifts must know that" 
• "So?" 
• "Will you
• go...?"