Meet The Wilsons [Hannah]

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Hannah hated being so close to him. Hated the way he made her feel. The electricity that coursed through her body every time he touched her. Held her. Kissed her. She couldn't deal with this right now. His proximity was not helping the heartbreak. He was making her fall in love all over again, and that was not a good thing. She didn't need another reason to be angry with God. He had already given her enough reasons. He had blessed her with Noah, but He had also stripped away all those she dared to love. And Chance was no exception. Chance was His chess piece, just waiting for the right move. Check mate. God's got him right where He wanted him. He made sure Chance got into her life. Made sure she fell in love with him. Made her feel all these things for him. And before she knew it, He takes her bishop. Her knights. Her every thing. All she had left was Noah and herself. Someone she had to fend for. She would cheat or steal his pieces to win the game if she had to. She'd lie, manipulate, gamble her way through the game if that meant winning. God loved games, and Hannah loved winning. God loved to play with Hannah's life, and she didn't go down without a fight. If He was going to use her as a puppet on a strung, then count on her to find a loop hole and beat him at his own game because that's what she'd do to protect her child. He was not going to beat her, and she was not going to let him toy with her life like she was just some ant he could play with on the sidewalk. God was going to learn the hard way that no one messed with her Noah.

And she was definitely not going to let Him use Chance to hurt her again. She was stupid enough the first time to have let her guards down. God saw a chance. Saw that Hannah was a naive little girl that has never been in love, and took his opportunity to mess with her life once more. Well this was not going to work. No matter how much Chance tried to convince her that he would stay for good. This was God's doing. His plan to make sure Hannah stayed miserable. Or she was just being totally paranoid. But was she willing to take the risk and let Chance break her heart again? Was she able to stomach the blow a second time when the first one was already unbearable? Could she learn to look past it ? She didn't know. She didn't want to think. The more thoughts that ran through her head, the more pain she found herself in. She didn't push his hand away when he wiped the tears from her eyes. Didn't have the energy in her to push it away. She felt like she was in one of the cheesy romantic scenes where the boy wipes the tears from the girl's eyes, hold her close even though she keeps hitting his chest before she stops and cry her eyes out. Or something like that. And the next thing she knew, he had sat beside her and enveloped her into a hug. She didn't bother to move and bury her face against his chest like most girls would have in the movies or real life. No, she stayed frozen just like that, unsure if she should move away from it.

"I am broken. I'm just this million of pieces scattered around the world, roaming around the world, aimlessly. I'm damaged goods. You don't want me, Chance." She interjected, not sure why he would say that she wasn't broken. How could he say that? She was so messed up beyond repair. She's like this ripped up stuffed teddy bear. Everywhere she went, pieces of her stuffing would be left behind. Soon enough, she'd be left with nothing but threads and a piece of fabric. Leftovers that can neither be wanted nor recycled. But Chance sounded so sure, so... confident, and for a second, she believed that they could make this work. For a second. But Hannah, of all people, knew that teenage boys are never accepting of a girl who already has a kid before she's twenty. No guy would ever stick around a teenage girl with a kid. That would be insane. They'd probably use you for a good lay and leave you with their number so you can be their booty call. Teenage boys just don't do kids unless they're related. Every person that is or isn't in their right mind would never stick around. The second they're done with you, you're left on your ass to figure out how to get up from where you are again. "That's what everybody says, and they end up leaving me anyways." She told him as a matter of factly because it was the truth. It's just how things worked around her. People come and go. They use you for their own personal gain and when they're done, they dispose of you like you're just another piece of trash. Guys were no different.

Hannah listened quietly as Chance rambled on with the thoughts in his head. He was damn right. She did not believe him whatsoever. Why should she believe him? Why should she believe anybody? They just lie. Lie lie lie. God, she was so sick and tired of people walking into her life, lie about something as if Hannah didn't already know it was a lie, act like it's okay to lie to her and then just up and go. "Oh, it's just Hannah. She'll be alright." They'd probably think, as if they knew her well. She shuffled in her seat to get a better look at him. What? He didn't need someone else to worry about? So was worrying about her really that much of a chore? "Of course you can. Just get up and walk away. Go. It wouldn't surprise me. In fact, I expect you to get up and walk out of my life just like everyone else." She told him, a little bitter. Subconsciously, she knew he didn't mean it that way, and that he was just generally worried.

But hey, if he wasn't ready for Noah, all he had to do was say so and she'll be gone. He wouldn't have to worry about her or Noah. Plus, Noah wasn't his to worry about in the first place. Noah was her problem. His safety is her problem, not his. Noah may not mean anything to him, but Noah meant everything to her. And she didn't need someone to tell her he wasn't going to walk away, and have Noah get attached to him and then just leave them high and dry. He can cause her heartbreak, but he, absolutely, cannot cause Noah heartbreak, and she wasn't going to let him if it meant that she had to leave him. Hannah was barely listening to what he was saying by now, but the one thing she heard loud and clear was, "I love you Hannah." Whoa whoa whoa. Back track. What did he just say? Did he just say what she thought he said? That shouldn't have been the words that made her believe him. She shouldn't believe him, but she did. But another thing that guys don't do was tell the girl he loved her until the girl said it first. However, believing him was going to be hard for her to do because she's been hurt so many times, but she just looked into his eyes, searching for any lies that she could search or detect. "O-okay.... I believe you." She whispered.

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[chance joseph wilson]

Temmy // Chance // Verity

She barely moved but Chance wasn't going anywhere. he cared about her enough to honestly want this to work out and as scary a thought as it might be, he was determined to work through that. If he just gave up and ran away, what would that say about him? It would say he was weak and a quitter and Chance was no quitter. He would stay and do this till the end, that was just how it was going to go.

Chance just listened to her speak. If she was going to keep insisting then he could work with that analogy. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to be the one to help put those pieces back together," he told her quietly. She had her share of problems and a past that was much more complicated than he had previously anticipated so he wasn't going to deny that she was broken because she might actually be right about that but still, he wasn't going to see that as a problem, he was just going to help her if he could.

She was so sure that he was going to leave anyway so Chance figured he had nothing to lose and just said whatever he could think to say to her. He didn't know how to convince her so he figured the truth would do the job for him.

"I'm not going to do that Hannah," he told her. He couldn't just leave. He didn't want to keep thinking he might hurt her and now a kid too but he didn't want to have to worry the rest of his life so why not just man-up and deal with this right now since he cared about her so much. this was when he went into the second part of his speech.

Chance just looked back at her, waiting to see if she would believe him enough to not walk away from this. He certainly didn't want to and he hoped that she wouldn't either. When she looked at him, he just waited for her response. He knew what he had accidentally said but he meant it all the same and he did wonder if she had even heard it. She seemed to not pay too much attention but with the way she was looking at him now made him think that she might had heard that one part at least.

He didn't want ti to be awkward. It wasn't something that he said to just anyone and usually Chance wouldn't bother saying it at all but clearly he meant it so there it was. He just stayed still for a moment when she said okay. that was it? She believed him? he just pulled her into a tighter hug and kissed her forehead. he wasn't going to hurt her, he couldn't.

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