N/A: So, I know I haven't updated in a while, just started High School, and totally drowned in work. This chapter has some profanityer, so if that's something that you don't want to read, you can skip over that part. Sorry again!

"Aria?" Hanna asked surprised. She was obviously surprised that I had just come through her window.

"Hanna, I need to talk to someone. Please?" I asked.

"Sure," Hanna responded, with just one word. What was going on with her? She never used one word when 50, or 50,000 would do.

"Um..." I stuttered, "something happened with Zach today, and I might be making a big deal of it, but I don't think so," I said really quickly. I saw Hanna tense up.

"I'm sure it's nothing," she said, twirling her hair absentmindedly around her finger. She was never this quiet.

"I don't think so Hanna..." I said, "he like, groped me, it was gross," I said, subconsciously. Hanna turned to me with a look of disgust on her face.

"You think thats fucking bad?!" Hanna snapped at me. I was taken aback. What? What was she talking about. I saw her deep blue eyes tear up and I couldn't even think about what this meant. Had something bad happened to her?

"Wait, Hanna?" I asked meekly, "did something bad happen to you?" Hanna just turned away from me. She refused to talk to me. Her face was like steel, completely unmoving. Suddenly I got the much dreaded text.

Who knew your soon to be stepdad was such a creep?

Poor Ella,

What are you going to tell her?

That Zach raped your best friend?

Good luck bitch,

xoxo

-A

I gasped when I read that. "Hanna? Is that true?" I asked, horrified, "did he r-rape you?" That was the moment when the flood gates broke down, and Hanna just began to cry. I went over to her, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. "Shh. Hanna, you're okay. I promise. He won't get away with it," I said, keeping a straight face. I needed to keep a straight face for Hanna. Her short blonde hair seemed like it hadn't been washed in weeks. "I'm going to run you a bath," I said, Hanna didn't respond, just lay down on her bed, her back to me. It all made sense. Her outbursts, her shyness, her seeming sadness. I felt so bad. Why didn't she tell me?

I went into her bathroom, wondering if her mother knew. My small hand wrapped around the chrome knob of the bathtub, and I adjusted the temperature, until it was perfect. I went back into Hanna's bedroom, she hadn't moved.

"Does your mom know?" I asked her, sitting next to her. She shook her head. "You should tell her," I said.

"What's the point?" Hanna asked, "I don't have any evidence..." she put her arm over her head. We sat like that for 20 minutes, in silence until the water had filled up the tub. I guided her over to the tub. I helped her out of her clothes. I reached into the cabinet for a bath bomb. I took out the pink rose one I knew was her favorite. I saw a couple bruises still on her.

"When did it happen?" I asked, seriously.

"A couple weeks ago, I don't want to talk about it please. Not tonight," she pleaded.

Sorry for the long wait! I really wanted to update, but I'm still having major writers block. Hope you enjoy. Any thoughts for this? Sorry again!

-1002alle