Say Something || Hanna & Caleb
A long, exasperated sigh slipped Hanna’s lips as she shifted around anxiously in bed, waiting for Caleb to finally come upstairs and join her. It had been nearly two hours since she left him, deciding that she was going to go up to her room after they attempted to have a movie night. Caleb had been distant the entire day, had barely even said a word to her or looked her in the eye, and it ended with them awkwardly sitting on the opposite sides of the couch. Every time she tried to start a conversation with him, he would reply with a basic answer, and whenever she tried to be affectionate, he wouldn’t reciprocate it back. She attempted to hide the pain by making it seem like it didn’t bother her, but it was honestly killing her inside. He had been acting like this for a few days now, and it seemed to be progressively getting worse. Last night, it got to the point where she couldn’t deal with it anymore, feeling as if she was slowly losing him and he no longer wanted to be with her, and after a few hours of tossing and turning, she eventually got up and left the room. Ashley walked in on her crying on the couch an hour later and asked her what was wrong, which Hanna then proceeded to tell her what was going on. It was in that conversation that she found out the real reason why Caleb had been acting different recently, and the reason why the strange car had been following them around. His mom hired a private investigator to find him and wanted to get in contact with him again. Hanna didn’t blame him for being upset and confused. She couldn’t even imagine what he was going through, or what it was like to be forced to live in multiple foster homes. But from the vacant look in his eyes every time the subject was brought up, it was obvious that she probably didn’t want to know.
After waiting another thirty minutes, Hanna realized that there was a good chance he wasn’t going to come, and was most likely going to fall asleep on the couch like he had done countless other times that week. Before she had the chance to stop herself, she got out of bed and grabbed the piece of paper off of her nightstand with Claudia Dawson’s phone number on it that she had found in the pocket of one of his jackets earlier that day, and began making her way down the stairs. She was determined to make him talk about it, knowing that it would help him cope with everything if he at least got what was bothering him off of his chest. Hanna knew by now that Caleb was the type of person that liked to keep to himself, and completely block out the rest of the world when it was hard for him to deal with something. The only way this was ever going to get better was if she confronted him and helped him though it, and she wasn’t going to allow him to shut her out. He needed her now more than ever, and she was going to be there for him every step of the way. Once she reached the landing, she proceeded to walk over to the living room, but stopped in the doorway before she entered. Her eyes scanned the room and landed on the bottle of alcohol he had in his hand, noticing that it was already half empty. Without saying a word, she made her way over to him and grabbed it from him, then placed it on the table beside the couch. “Caleb,” She started as she sat down next to him, looking at the piece of paper in her hands before she handed it to him. “My mom told me what happened – why that car was following you…” Tears stung the back of her eyelids as she glanced up to meet his gaze, seeing that his eyes were glazed over from the alcohol that was already intoxicating him. “I know that this is extremely hard for you, but I really think you should call her.”













