“What were you doing?” She asked with her eyes traveling throughout the room.
“I was just about to shower,” I smiled. “What's up?”
Hannah shook her head in disapproval of the way I talked.
“Excuse me, I meant: how can I serve you, madam?”
“Have you seen Nathan?”
“Nope.”
Hannah sighed, taking a seat on my bed. She ran her hands through her hair as she considered what to say next.
“I am sorry for what happened with Josh.” I scoffed, disbelief in my expression. “It caused us a lot of money though, and I'm having to fix that now.”
“Oh, I'm sorry my almost getting raped was an inconvenience to you, Hannah. I'll try to avoid it next time or plan it out at a time that won't cause so much trouble.”
She ignored my snarky remark, pursing her lips before she spoke again. “I just don't understand why Nathan got so angry.”
“Because I almost got raped,” I hissed with anger. “Do you not understand what that means?”
“Oh, don't overreact.” Hannah rolled her eyes with a mocking smile on her face. “And don't make Nathan out to be the good guy here, he's far from it.”
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
“Oh come on,” Hannah smirked. “Yeah, I have flaws, but he's not free from them.” She stood up, walking towards the door. “Why don't you ask him why he married me? You may be surprised.”
She left so many questions unanswered and I sat on my bed, feeling like the world was about to crumble. Nathan stepped out of the restroom, an angry expression on his face. Even then, the shame couldn't be hidden.
“Care to tell me what she's talking about?”