@hatchetswung ➽ ❝ are you hurt? did they hurt you? ❞ - Lex @ Hannah
𐃈 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡’𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. that her body will be stuck in this constant of flight or fight, 𝙣𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮. hannah’s eyes, wide and tearful, tear away from the possible threats that surrounded them. she knew that it was at least safe enough to take her gaze off of them. for it meant looking into lexie’s own, and lexie would never let anything harm her.
that was perhaps the only constant hannah had, the only thing she knew was unequivocally true. 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗹. there were other statements and beliefs that paraded themselves under the guise of unequivocalness . . . . like how all mothers loved their children unconditionally, and how lightning never strikes the same place twice, and how the hat ethan gave her is magic that will protect her . . .
but fact always managed to find those who paraded themselves as being identical 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎-𝚝𝚊𝚐 from off their puffed out chests.
mama’s were supposed to love their children unconditionally, but their mama didn’t even love them on condition. lightning was never supposed to be able to strike the same place twice, but hannah just learned in school how the empire state building is struck more than one hundred times per year. ethan said that if she wore the magic hat nothing would hurt her, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿, and had been done so by one who intends the greatest of harm.
but truth has yet to be able to pry the unequivocal name-tag from off the belief that lexie would never let anything harm her.
as far back as hannah can remember, lexie always protected her. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐡’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧. she was taught that by lex, who protected her not just in the physical sense, like how she’d push hannah’s playground bullies into the wood chips whenever she saw them trying to mess with her. ( it was always lex who took her to the park, never their mother ) but in every other sense of the word — like how she always knew the perfect number to turn the tv volume on to drone out their mothers cruel words, or how she'd always insist that hannah finish lex’s plate because lex ‘got full easily’.
( that wasn’t unequivocal, of this hannah knew — truth stripped that one of its name tags in the way she could hear lexie’s stomach growl in protest )
truth’s hands had reached for that name-tag today, but just as they managed to get their fingers around it, they were just as quickly yanked away by lex barging through the door with seemingly nothing but a wiggly doll and her anger. 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 ��𝗲𝘁 𝗴𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, and hannah had wasted no time in rushing into lex’s awaiting arms, where she still remained as lex asked if she was hurt.
𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜. ❝ not hurt . . . scared. ❞ she admits before startling as she hears mr. houston’s voice. at the command of her fear, hannah presses as closely into lex as she possibly can, burrowing her face in the material of her jacket and gripping onto her 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀; ❝ bad . . . not mr. houston, not ms. becky, not ethan . . . ❞
her knuckles turn white from the force of the grip she holds on her sister, and for a moment hannah wonders if her hands will get stuck this way forever — the way lexie always teased her sour faces would. 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧〝 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘 〞𝙝𝙖𝙩;
❝ 𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 . . . ❞
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my 10 yr high school reunion is coming up in november. does anyone wanna be my fake gf for it. i was super bullied in high school but i'm hot now so i obviously am only going to do lying, crime, and theft.
pros:
- you can design your own character. i love improv games and will go along with whatever bit you desire
- there's an open bar
- you don't know any of these people and i don't care about any of these people, which is the closest either of us will ever get to diplomatic immunity. all bets are off. go hog wild
cons:
- im devastatingly pretty & funny & charming and you will fall in love with me
- some of the adults present will be business majors. i cannot do anything about that im sorry.
- it is a high school reunion, which is the closest either of us will ever get to a nuclear waste site
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