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 into 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 into 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 emphasize 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 fed 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...?"