No, No, It's My Treat--Spanna
“Get up,” Spencer demanded. Hanna groaned and pulled the blanket over her head, rolling over to face away from her friend.
“How did you even get in here?” she asked in annoyance.
“Emily gave me a key,” she replied. Hanna groaned again, making a mental note to yell at her friend the next time she saw her.
“Why did Emily give you a key?” Hanna asked.
“Because she had class today, and somebody needed to come over and get your ass out of bed,” she said.
“Now get up and get dressed. We’re going out,” Spencer said, pulling the blanket off of her friend. She sucked in a breath at the sight of Hanna’s pale skin, mottled by burns and bruises. Hanna glared at her.
“I don’t feel like going out,” she said, though she did sit up and put on a robe, thankful that she’d taken a shower earlier that morning.
“Hanna, you haven’t left this loft in three days,” Spencer said. Hanna arched an eyebrow.
“Have you been watching me? And what’s your point?” she asked. Spencer sighed.
“No, I haven’t been watching you; Emily told me. And my point is, you won’t talk to anyone about what happened in there, you won’t leave the loft, and apparently you’re no longer engaged,” Spencer said. Hanna pursed her lips.
“How do you know that?” she asked.
“Jordan called me. He said you broke up with him over text, and he wanted to know if you were back together with Caleb,” she replied. Hanna’s eyes widened and her lips parted in surprise.
“Spence, I’m—”
“It doesn’t matter. Just get up and get dressed because it’s time to get out of this loft,” she interrupted. Hanna sighed, but decided not to argue. She got up and put on her clothes as slowly as possible, much to Spencer’s annoyance. Finally, she followed the brunette out of the loft.
“Where are we going?” she asked, resisting the urge to grasp Spencer’s arm and walk as close to her as possible. She had a feeling the other girl wouldn’t appreciate that very much.
“Where do you want to go?” Spencer asked. Hanna shrugged. If it was up to her, she’d still be in bed, but Spencer probably wouldn’t appreciate her saying that either.
“Do you just want to go to the Brew?” Spencer asked. Hanna shrugged again, and Spencer took that as a yes. Fifteen minutes later, the two girls were sitting at a corner table with food in front of them.
“Wouldn’t you rather be with Caleb right now?” Hanna asked sarcastically, picking at her pasta.
“I broke up with him,” Spencer said flatly. Hanna’s eyes snapped up.
“What?”
“I know about the kiss,” she said, trying to keep the accusation out of her voice. Hanna sighed.
“I’m sorry, Spence. But I already told Caleb that it didn’t mean anything. I’m not looking to get back together with him. And he has nothing to do with why I broke up with Jordan,” Hanna said honestly. Spencer shook her head.
“I’m not mad at you, Han. But I don’t want to be with someone who’s in love with someone else. But Hanna… Why did you break up with Jordan?” she asked. Hanna sighed again.
“I was kidnapped, Spencer. And the things that happened in there… How am I supposed to explain what happened? What am I supposed to tell him?” she asked desperately, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You could tell him the truth,” Spencer suggested weakly. Hanna rolled her eyes.
“I can’t tell him, and you know it. Besides, he wouldn’t understand, even if I did tell him. Things like this don’t happen in his world,” she said.
“I might be able to understand,” Spencer said softly. Hanna shook her head, and stabbed her fork into a piece of chicken.
“I am scared every second of every day, Spencer. I can’t sleep without having nightmares of being back in that place. I can still feel the things he did to me. You don’t understand that. You can’t. I don’t want you to,” Hanna whispered. Spencer sighed and reached out to take her friend’s hand.
“I understand what it’s like to be scared, and to have nightmares. I might not understand exactly what you went through, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you,” Spencer insisted.
“Why would you even want to be here for me? I ruined your relationship,” Hanna said, self-loathing in her voice.
“It’s not your fault, Han. And you’re my best friend. We stick together, no matter what,” she reminded her.
“Thanks, Spence,” Hanna said softly.
“Do you want to come stay with me? You might sleep better if you’re not alone,” she suggested. Hanna gave her a hopeful look.
“Won’t I be in the way?” she asked. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“Don’t worry you won’t be in the way. There’s always room for you,” she promised.
“I-I’d really appreciate that,” Hanna said, giving her friend a hesitant smile. Spencer smiled widely and gave a happy nod.
“Good. I’ll go pay this bill, and then we can stop by the loft to get some of your clothes. If you want, we can go back to the barn and watch a movie or something,” she said. Hanna pulled out her purse and started taking out some money.
“Here, I think this is enough to cover mine,” she said, holding out a twenty dollar bill. Spencer shook her head, refusing the cash.
“No, no, it’s my treat,” Spencer insisted. Hanna opened her mouth to argue, but Spencer walked away. Hanna sighed, and put away her money.
“Are you ready?” Spencer asked a minute later. Hanna nodded.
“Yeah. Thanks for lunch. You didn’t have to buy it,” she said. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to. You can buy next time,” she offered. Hanna felt a weight lift off her chest. Spencer wanted there to be a next time.
“Now come on. Let’s go home.”