Page 44 of Turning the Tide

"Alright, we can move your stuff in the morning, and then I'll drive you to the airport."

I pull her into a hug, "Thank you. I know I'm not easy to be friends with."

She laughs, "Shut up. I'll see you in the morning."

I lock the door and grab a blanket from the closet, sprawling out on the bed in the extra bedroom.

I must doze off because I'm woken up a few hours later by a phone call. It's easy to be tired when you spent the whole previous night searching for your boyfriend.

"Hey, it's Logan. Can you let me in?"

I stalk to the door, my blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Logan and a couple other guys from the team are holding Jameson up.

Logan shrugs as I point to the bedroom, letting them know where to dump him.

Logan hands him off to the other guys, and they deposit him on the bed. I kick the trash can over to him with my sock-covered foot.

"Hanna, I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to keep doing this."

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault. Thanks for making sure he didn't die."

He stares at me for a couple extra seconds before following the guys out of the room. I glance into the bedroom, wondering where the fuck he's been. As quick as everyone else is out of the apartment, Logan turns back, grabbing my hand, "None of this is your fault, either."

I glance down at his hand wrapped around mine, instinctively jerking it away, "Thanks for bringing him home."

That was weird.

Logan bends down, kissing the top of my head before walking out the door.

I shake the icky feeling from my stomach, grabbing all of the keys and locking them inside the extra bedroom with me.

I wake to soft knocking on the door, my heart sinking instantly to my bottom. I sit up in the bed, but I don't want to see him.

"Hanna, please," he begs from the other side of the door.

I don't respond. I move into the bathroom, starting a shower instead. When I return, he is sitting on the bed, holding the door key in his hand.

"Please, Hanna. Don't do this. I'm sorry. I…"

I stop walking, wrapping my towel tighter around my naked body, "No. I can't do this right now. I have to go."

"I didn't mean it," He sighs, his hands moving desperately through his hair.

"We're broken, Jameson."

I drop my towel, pulling my clothes on quickly.

His words pierce my soul, "No, Hanna, We're everything."

I ignore him, afraid I might start crying, and I don't want to shed any more tears in front of him.

"Just give me the chance to fix this."

I pull up the handle of my suitcase, "Karly and her boyfriend are coming later to get my stuff. I'm going to visit my family for a few days."

"No. Hanna, don't do this! I can't let you go," he begs, his voice cracking under the weight of his words.

"And I have to let you go because this," I wave my arms around at the mess, "is killing me."

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