Chapter Four

"I let Dixon take him to dinner." I say to my sister talking on the phone. We are very close. She's one of the lights in my life. 

"Why was it even his turn to have him?"

I turn my fingers around in a circle. I know she is right. I am being way too nice with all this. But I always have, which is why I got treated so badly.

"I know."

"You listen to me, you need to make things hard for them, just like they're doing for you."

I smile. My sister was so headstrong and full of confidence. I know she would never be in a situation like me. She would have never allowed anyone to treat her like that and ruin her reputation. If I've only been more like her, I probably wouldn't be going to a divorce right now.

"I know I will."

"Good," she tells me. Even through the other side of the phone, I can hear the satisfaction in her voice. She's probably one of the only people in the world who knows all the horrible things she's done to me. Heck, she's even called my own sister talking bad about me, like that nonsense wouldn't get back to me, and like my sister would even put up with it.

"I should probably prepare things for bedtime for Kelvin."

"Talk to you tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, I'll call." I hang up the phone and move towards Kelvin's bedroom. I am very lucky that my parents had a four bedroom house, and it was just them, so there is plenty of room for me and Kelvin to move in. 

I smile, see all the Spaceship pictures hung up on freshly painted walls. My mom and dad let him design his room anyway he wanted to, and that was such a treat.

My hands open his closet door, and pull out a fresh set of sheets and comforters. I begin making his bed, ripping off the old sheets and replacing them with new. 

I hear my phone vibrate. 

Look, we can't go out anymore - Logan 

Why? I wrote back. 

I'm just not into drug addicts - Logan 

What are you talking about?" I typed the word so fast. Clearly, I didn't need the answer. He heard something from somebody who knew Dixon's mom. 

The pills Hannah? Lynn said you are addicted to prescription pills. His message read. 

I found myself biting my lower lip again, something I do when I'm frustrated. I'm not addicted to prescription pills, but I take a lot of them. I take pills for my lung condition. Too many to keep myself breathing. Plus, I recently been prescribed pills for depression. Which Dixon found out and told his mom I've been trying to avoid it all this time, because I knew it would be something that she would play off of and make me into something I'm not.

You're right, I do take a lot of pills because I am sick, but I don't owe you an explanation. If you don't want to go out with me over someone else's words, then that's your problem. After I was done texting the message, I blocked his number. Now she is ruining new relationships after she already ruined my marriage. What's next and who's next? 

I hear the doorbell ring. I think Dixon knows he's not welcome here, which is why he started ringing the doorbell again. I know that he feels ashamed when he sees my mom and dad. He knew he let my father down when he promised to look after me and care about me the day my dad gave me away. My feet slowly walk to answer the door. 

As soon as I answer the door, Kelvin ruches inside. He looks a little upset. I'll speak with him later, I'm pretty sure right now he just requires a little bit of space.

"So you're already seeing new people?"

This is what his mother does, spread gossip about me, and then tries to turn other people against me. 

"I'm trying to be happy."

"We haven't even filed the paperwork yet."

"You don't have to worry about it, because your mother told my future date that I was a drug addict."

He laughs, and I feel my face turning red.

"It's hilarious, huh?"

"No Hannah, that isn't okay, and I'll speak with her about that, but you don't need to be dating until you sign the papers."

"You'll have them back soon." I slam the door in his face, not even caring about him or his feelings anymore.