***Finally going back to Hannah's point of view. Keep in mind, that she still doesn't know about the whole thing with Sarah. Well... at first***

Opening my eyes, I find myself wrapped up in all of the blankets on the bed. Both my head and my right arm were hanging off the edge. I haven't woken up like this since I was having those nightmares. But I don't recall any nightmares last night. It was odd. Stretching, I jolt up with a piercing pain running down my spine. I try not to yelp, due to the fact that it was about six in the morning. I assumed it was caused by my awkward position waking up. Because it was gone within a few minutes. I turn over in bed expecting Brendon to be either sound asleep, or smiling as if he were the Cheshire Cat. But he wasn't there. This upset me. He said that he'd be here when I opened my eyes. Maybe he couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake me up?

I sigh stepping out of bed. The bitterness of the air conditioner tickled my skin. I walk out of the room and I see Brendon sitting at the couch watching the news. This brought a smile to my face. So he was here.

"See? I told you I'd be here by the time you got up." He smiled at me. And I couldn't help but smile back. But something in my gut told me that there was something wrong. I went over at sat next to him. He wrapped his arms around me.

"What do you want to do?" I ask, snuggling my head into the crook of his neck.

"Well I really didn't have anything planned for today. So I figured it could be a cuddle and movie day." He replied.

"Sounds perfect." I say.

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After a few movies, I noticed Brendon getting more antsy. Maybe it was because of the lady that showed up at the door a little while ago. But I couldn't really know for sure. And then all of a sudden, Brendon lays his head back on the couch and sighs.

"Are you alright?" I ask, looking up at him. His expression saddened. He swallowed hard and turned away from me. "Brendon? Baby, tell me whats wrong?" I hold his chin and make him turn his head to face me again.

"I...I can't say." He whispered.

"Why?" I ask. " There's something wrong. You not being able to sleep. You always 'thinking'. There's obviously something on your mind. Please tell me." I worried about what he wasn't telling me. Why was he keeping something?

"I can't.' He looks away again. "She'll hurt you." Again, he spoke in a whisper. Who will hurt me? Why will someone hurt me if he tells me what's wrong with him?

"W-What do you mean?" Brendon looked back over at me. Tears stained his face.

He closed his eyes and sighed. "I...I want to tell you. I really do. But I'm afraid that she'll do something horrible." I swear I could see a tear run down Brendon's face. I do believe that this is the first time in a long time that I've seen Brendon get teary eyed. To be honest, it hurt me see him in this state of mind. He's always there for me. But I feel that he really needs me right now. And I don't know how to help him. I was never really that great with making people feel better.

"Brendon please." I slide closer towards him. He opens his eyes and looks back over at me. This time, I swear there was a river flowing down his face. "Who is 'she'?"
"I said that I couldn't tell you!" Brendon exclaims. He stood up, running a hang through his hair. "I just need a moment alone. I'm sorry." For some reason, his pissed me off a little.

"I feel like that's all you've done! Is 'Having a moment alone'!" I also stand up and I  glare at him. "Why won't you tell me?! We've been married for not even two weeks and you're already keeping things from me! This is our honeymoon. Why are we like this?"

"Hannah, its not like that. You just don't under-"

"You know what? No, I don't understand. I didn't want you to tell me anyways." I walk away towards the bedroom door. I expected Brendon to run after me, but my expectations were too high. Because he stayed right where he was.

I quickly got dressed and walked back out into the living area to find Brendon in a ball on the floor. He was still crying and was mumbling to himself. I felt bad. I really did. But I feel like he needed the space that he wanted. So I decided to give it to him and go for a walk or something.

I leave the room and walk down the hall. I hope I could find something to take my mind off this matter.

"Hello miss." A soft voice said from behind me.

I turn around to see a tall, and slender woman. She had short jet black hair and glowing green eyes. And in my opinion her black cocktail dress was a little to short and showing a little too much cleavage. But again, in my opinion. "IS there anything I could help you with before I officially end my shift?"

She smiled at me. For some reason it reminded me of someone. But I just couldn't place a name. "Is there anything around here that someone could...get their mind of something."

Her familiar smile was still plastered on her face. "Well there's the bar down the hall." She chucked herself.

"That'll do it." I start making my way towards the resort's bar.

"Wait!" She called after me. I rolled my eyes before turning around to face her again. I just wanted a drink. "If I may ask, where is your husband?"

"He's back in our room, freaking out about something. He wouldn't tell me what it was. So I decided that I'd come looking for a drink." I narrow my eyes at her. She was starting to get me concerned. The smile remained on her face, if not getting biggger. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh," She looked down. Like she didn't expect me to ask such a question. "I just thought you'd be meeting him somewhere. You guys are so cute together. I'm sorry if it seems stalkerish, but I've run into your husband quite a lot lately." Stay away from my fucking husband. Is what I wanted to say, but I kept quite. "Every time he kissed you and called you 'Babe', it just...I keep wishing I had something like that." She looks back up at me. "Mind if I join you at the bar?"

Honestly, I didn't want her with me. Anyone for that matter. But part of me felt bad."Sure, I guess." I turn around and continue walking. I could hear her heels clicking behind me. Quite honestly, I had no idea why she wanted to sit with me at the bar, when it looked like she was going to some sort of party.

 We got a few drinks and started talking. About girl things I guess you could call it. We talked a lot about Brendon. She kept saying over and over how 'cute' we were. It starting to annoy me. But I didn't say anything. I even got into detail about our argument a little while ago. Maybe it was the alcohol? But I only had half a glass so far... I tried several times to get her to tell me her name, but every time I would bring it up, she would change the subject. Why wouldn't she want to tell me her name? But soon, everyone started to leave. Until it was just the two of us.

And what happened next, kinda scared me. She smirked and laughed evily, mumbling a few words that sounded like, "Finally." Two men appeared behind her. They were tall and bulky. It was too dark in the room to make out their facial features. 

"W-Whats going on?" I ask.

"Its a surprise, sweetie." The woman laughed. "And to answer your question from earlier, my name is Sarah. Its nice to see you again, Hannah." I was in pure shock. I was so trapped in my thoughts about Brendon, that I couldn't figure out the obvious. How could I have been so fucking blind?

I had to do something. Anything to get away from the situation. So I guess that there was only one thing left for me to do. Run. I get out of my chair and dash down the hall. I hear Sarah yelling behind me. I didn't think anything of it until my face hit the wood floor. I blink my eyes rapidly to try and get my focus back. Still dazed, I was pulled to my feet. I felt a hot liquid run down around my mouth. Was my nose bleeding or something?

"Stupid girl." Sarah laughed. "I thought we were having fun." She makes a pouty face. But then smiles again and laughs. She then reached into a tiny purse that she had around her shoulder, and pulled out a small white rag in a plastic bag. She threw it to the man on the left of me and nodded. As he took it out of the bag, Sarah stepped a little closer to me. "Always choosing to go the hard way."

That second, the man put the cloth over my face and within about three seconds, all I saw was black.

***Wow this was such a shitty chapter.  It all went to shit as Hannah stepped out of the room.
But I hope it met all your expectations of me updating. I know its a little late and I'm sorry.
But on a not so happier note, what do you think is going to happen to Hannah? Do you think Brendon heard her? If anyone has any ideas about how you think we should finish Sarah off once and for all, please feel free to leave a comment. Or give me a private message if you don't want anyone else to see it.
Again I'm so sorry for the shitty chapter :/ ***